I won’t say a word
Of what passed
Our lips
A secret kiss
Between
The cracks
In the foundations
Of the walls we built
To go AWOL, to go amiss
Only to find we were not missed
Trying to be lonesome wholesome
Putting bitter in our twist
Trying to become misplaced
Only to find it was too late
We’d already been mislaid
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 September
My love has no potential
Trapped in my heart
Only the sky and I
Strictly confidential
Loving you from afar
I love you
It hurts
Take my breath away
Let me die in your arms
Dowse me in your scent
Unburden me
From this torment
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 Sept
If you’re new to this blog, how did you find me?
when people learn about confirmation bias, they claim they see it everywhere. How do they know they’re not confirming their bias about confirmation bias being everywhere?
Suspended aspirations
tearing at the smiles foundations
trying to rid oneself of expectations
lest it all fall through to more desolation
Left floating in between, wasted
slowly becoming weightless
Detached, faceless
donning masks while being annihilated
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
If you wish to feel comfortable, you should first seek discomfort.
If at all it could be said that there is a key to life, it is on simple thing: Contrast.
Contrast is the only way we can have good things, so we must endure the bad.
But what is most painful about depression is not the contrast between your worst and best days, it’s the indifference that is torturous. A prolonged indifference that can go on for days, weeks, months and even years. Or rather it is an indifference to the good things, the silver linings, the comforts. A sense of pointlessness overwhelming the senses.
Contrast is like oxygen to a stable ‘happy’ mind. But what if your brain just isn’t responding to that oxygen? What if, for prolonged periods of time the only contrast you have are in the different hues of bleak dreary, blacks and greys?
Yes it’s true that even bouts of depression don’t last forever, but it feels like forever. And they bouts last long past their due.
The sun rises
And I’ve had a night of it
Turning the sheets
the way of turmoil
feeling beat
And I won’t rise again
Feeling the sun rays penetrate
the gaps between the blinds and the sill
and I lay still
waiting…
Waiting with time I don’t even want to kill
hoping I can win out
Against natural urges
just lay here alone, hidden
No one hear a word or a breath
Just lay here trying to be dead
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
Screams soar to a whisper
gliding through the wind
riding my own purple storm
Languid from the useless pursuits
Pink symphonies
filling skies anew
Waves lapping at my feet
Letting go of me letting go of you
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
I’ve not been making it to the bird hides of late, so i searched for photography challenges to try and inspire myself. The list of challenges i found started with my worst nightmare. A self portrait. I often take the piss out of people taking their selfies.
So let me take a moment to humble myself and become one of you selfie takers…
Silverbackgorillaphotography ©
By a stroke of luck
I was born with a light bulb above my head
So they knew I was a genius
Right from the start
The doctors slapped my bum
And said “Ya’ve got a genius boy, just look at his light bulb!”
I came shooting out the womb
Talking and walking
I didn’t cry
I simply greeted the doctor like this
“Why hello dear Doctor, please clean me up, I look a right fuckin’ mess”
Imagine his surprise at my French?!
These consequences were unintended
When we struck the matches
And flooded our eyes with promises
The fields are rich with green
And the horizon promises anything
But these strings
That once entangled us
Now we’re free
© silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
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