The dead eat the living
and come alive again
so wilt away
and fall as petals do
The abyss is only as deep as you dig
It’s like I said
The world will eat us and all our friends.
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Sunday Wordle 4th May: Hobsons choice
In anothers eyes
Another’s eyes can consume you
Always, forever
your face emboldened behind them
and they can draw traces around you
drawing you into caricatures
telling themselves that’s what you really were
Neon night
An electric cluster fuck glowing red between lips
lungs become popcorn
in this electronic bliss of vapours
and blueberry smells
and the moon joins the glow
with it’s neon white noise
as the street lamps buzz
that monotonous hum
and the local takeaways spill out orange hues
that seem brighter than the sun
waves of traffic and bokeh lights
fill squinting eyes
we’re burning ourselves into photographs
caught in all these flashes of light
no stars to sight
not tonight, this neon night.
bittersweet
Bittersweet the aftermath
Now is inhospitable to our nostalgia
Tinted sephia in our minds eye
Tears trace the time we can’t have back
I was swallowed by the past
I’ve been no one since we fell off track
A wondering skeleton in the wreckage
Skin carved out in scars
A train wreck
Emptied of its corpse
No metamorphosis
Just a void
Where a boy used to be
I just sat in the fucking car instead
I don’t want a breakthrough
I’m looking for a way to justify
Not making it through
Words are only cheap translations of the pain
And I won’t speak them anyway
I want to sugar-coat the truth
Make it seem like I ever cared to try
I’ve learnt the script
Heard the platitudes
All the while I’m looking for the exit
And all paths I tread
Lead to one moments epiphany
All those years ago
That I’ll never know what it is to be full
And the reckoning in my head
For I said ‘run, for godsake jump.’
But I just sat in the car instead.
‘You’re doing well,’ they say, to which I think
‘If this is doing well, then pass me the fucking gun.’
Deepression
The guitar riff takes me back
To sitting in the car
Drowning from the emptiness In the bottomless pit of my lungs
Watching raindrops
Making tracks
Splattered shadows
I was supposed to be better
But i’d already rotted away from the inside It was sinking in, i was going home
To become someone who would be fulfilled
But I knew right there, as you walked back to the car with my meds
Nothing could fill me up
Self plug: My nature blog
I write a little less on the blog I’m linking to, but I thought I’d link to my most recent post on my more strictly ‘nature’ writing and photography blog.
silverbackgorillapoetry.com 