I wish I could be an arsehole like you
not caring what others think
not giving any thought to what you do
but then sometimes I glimpse
that side of you
that maybe isn’t too bad
and then I hate it, because then I can’t remember
if I’m meant to feel sorry for you, or pissed off
and you’ve already taken too much sympathy from me
being angry at you feels better
because I can’t take the sorrow of it on my shoulders
so go and be an arsehole
so I can stop caring too.
The horizon calls it the end
Of an era
What will the clouds say?
Cause inside my head they’re still grey
Can’t believe it’s come to this day
I tried to be the boy that couldn’t be moved
Now you’ve cut the strings
And I’ve been let loose
Oh god, now it’s all mine to choose
But I’m all alone
Wishing I could talk to you
They say go forth and don’t look back
But inside I’m still the boy
Who wouldn’t be moved
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
One last kiss
As the sun sets
Defining this, the end
Of this, of us
Lips lingering on promises
We swear to keep
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
Trying to stand at ease after a storm
looking to the sky
as if the answers will be written in the horizon
nothing is crystal clear
And if any man should doubt me, Rudyard Kipling
Says I should still preserve
But what if the man who doubts me
Is the one staring back in the mirror?
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
Don’t preach your sentiments
I don’t understand
To say the least I find your words nebulous
never quite defined, always ambiguous
trying to explain everything
When you clarify nothing
I’m guilty of the same
In late night rambles
But you preach it all day
At the front of a church
In the name of some god
I don’t take too kindly to your assumptions
Based only on your superficial judgements
You don’t know me
Don’t pretend god told you everything
You don’t know a fucking thing
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
I’m tempted
To the void
As I lose another
Dream
Like balloons on a string
I couldn’t keep
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I can picture you having fun
Dancing under the moon
Till the morning sun
A drink in your grasp
Your body moving to the rhythm
Feeling nothing but the moment
No future, no past
I can almost smell
The perfume radiating from you
Being circulated round the room
As your body spins
just oozing fun and sex
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I miss the smell of a new football
taking it to my feet
the glory of coming back from mishaps
pulling my shirt over my head
arms up cheering
never admitting defeat
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I want to disappear
between the seams
Of reality and dream
I’m like a tattered teddy bear
Who needs stitching up
But a lot of my wounds
Can’t be seen
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I like the sound of rain forests
the sound of dinosaurs
Chirping and calling
delving into historical fantasies
Remembering a time before man
And considering that we live amongst them still!
©Silverbackgoriallpoetry 2016 July
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