I’m trying to take heed
from all the advice over the years
Weaning myself off
From addictive thoughts
Trying to change my mind
Pretending to be a pillar of strength
Keeping people at arms length
So I don’t fall off track
I need to fight this alone
and it’s such a lonely place to be
I wish you could see
But I’ll keep it behind closed eyes
Secrets between the skies and I.
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Setting myself apart
No heart on these sleeves
No tears for you to see
Squared myself off
No longer feeling part of this
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Shadows
Under red glow
outside thunder
No one knows
the sordid details
of us in the throes
Bodies colliding
No heroes
under red glow
Shadows moving
But they don’t know
This feeling
Blow by blow
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
No picture for this one, you be the judge on what this one is about.
In fact no more pictures for my poetry, the words shall speak for themselves from here. If that means less people pay attention, so fucking be it.
I’m not the same
I need to be alone
To process this departure
I won’t be turning to you
For closure
I’m a closed book
No longer affording to be open
©Silverbackgorilapoetry 2016 June
Hate often arises from taking love too seriously
So don’t worship the ground I walk on
See me for my flaws an all
Be irritated if need be
But we’ll always come back
When the curtains are drawn
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Happiness don’t look good on me
Dressed in rags not fit to please
No tilted hats and shiny shoes
with a smile on my face, it looks misused
Got a look that people will see fit to refuse
And if a fight should find me
Sparks will erupt in violence you can’t defuse
And I’ll be locked up in Alcatraz by the bloody screws
And I’ll be playing the joker to amuse
So as not to have my arse black and blue
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
©Silverbackpoetryphotography Feb 2016
I’ve got sand between my toes and a cigarette hanging between my lips.
What better way to view
another celestial body, that being you
eclipsing the sun
watching your silhouette
Refined as you pirouette
Dancing my innocence into obscurity
And if you should ask what innocence was ever left intact
I’d show you the cherry lit end of my smokes
A childhood image of calm collected cool
Hanging between fingers
Forgetting about the cancer
they taught me about at school
© Silverbackgorillapoetry June 2016
Blue tit in a tree very close to where I sat in my chair, being cheeky and playing hide and seek.
©Silverbackgorillapoetryphotography (there’s a mouthful!) April 2016
Erasing thoughts of our mothers face
daring ourselves to ride a little faster
Getting our hearts beating a little harder
Tempting fate
Weaving in and out of traffic
Having ourselves a race
It feels like freedom
A suicide mission
Waiting on our shadows for definition
Fledging so soon, faking ambition
© Silverbackgorillapoetry June 2016
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