She said I’m a basket case
Well, what is a basket case anyway?
Carry me in a basket!
It’s better than a casket!
He says I’m deranged
Reality and I were never married
so we’re not exactly estranged
And I’ve heard reality
Is stranger than fiction
So what do I care anyway?
© 2016
Gorillas abysmal creations.
I draw a happy face
In my breath
Pretend until it fades
It’s my friend
His face lights up
In flashes as we go by
It’s like he’s winking
And only we know why
And next to him I draw a dog
We call him Axel
Because that’s just our style
He wears a neckerchief
Cuz he’s a cowdog in cowboy boots
He’s mysterious and he has all the best moves
I draw a stick rendition of diplodocus
We call her Dippy
She is big and can reach up to the sky
She moves clouds so the rain don’t fall from my eyes
And she’s so gigantic she eats the world and all the lights
Till all is dark
But smiley, Axel, Dippy and I
Don’t really seem to mind
Because in the dark
We remake all the greatest cowboy films
Behind our eyes.
If anyone can draw feel free to draw a gigantic Diplodocus send it here
Letting feelings
come and go
as they please
no fighting
just, sitting
listening
turmoil, turbulence
even so, I’m tethered to existence
if I just let the feelings flow
maybe they’ll just…. go?
For all I’ve done
I see the monster I’ve become
And in the speed of light
I’m struck dumb
Nowhere to go
Just a beast
In human clothes
The scales upon my back
Sharpened anticipating attack
Claws dig down
Finding roots to cling to
As I froth at the mouth
Taking a bite from rotten apples
Maggots abound
Eyes black shielding a soul behind
But there’s an ocean inside
Trying to figure out
What it is to be human
I observe them all
And even I
Always fall in love with someone
I shroud my face
And take a dagger to my heart
In beauty I have no place
So I’ll stand apart
© SilverbackGorilla Poetry.
2015
I had a meeting with myself
“Your works not up to scratch.”
I said, a nod of agreement from everyone else not in the room
Ensued
“Quite frankly, you just don’t have what it takes.”
I sighed and took the criticism, felt an urge to apologise
But I carried on with myself, “You can’t cut the mustard, all in agreement with your leaving your writing at the door, put your hand up.”
I raised my hand, including myself
“There we have it. Meeting adjourned,” I look at my watch, “At 17:05.”
Oh, save my soul
From supposed blessed hymns
So full of much delusion
I can’t bear this omnipresent illusion
It’s all so full of shit
Everyone looks delirious
In this oppressive house of ‘sin.’
Where they rejoice in a ‘saviour.’
Not fit to be a king
I breathe my name on Windows
Smearing love hearts
for lonely widows
They think they’re messages from god
because they don’t see me
branded into obscurity
I’m the local weirdo
Not a fucking hero!
I’m outside the submarine
watchin’ you through circle windows
As I drift inside my own quarantine
I’ve seen the most terrifying fucking things
Living in the depths with me
I’m no Frankenstein
Till I see you, in your yellow submarine
Down here I can be ugly like the anglerfish
When I smile, I’m all fangs and teeth
But I see my reflection
When you all harbour resentment
Blinking behind submarine windows
I’m trying to become Bioluminescent
Can you see me in the dark yet?
I’ve evolved to be this ugly
Do you care to see the horror
That is me?
Puddles harbour reflections
In black and white photographic hue
Reminds me back when I
When I thought I loved you
But I paused just a little bit
Let the dots roll past
And now it’s all gone
My moment of victory came to pass
And I did not, I did not drink that glass
It was an imitation of
The finest wine
Said to be the blood of
Jesus Christ
Well I said, I don’t believe
Let me take my bow and leave
I don’t believe in sin
Just some people who sunk within
Trying to show scars without
Cuz no one cares unless you bleed and shout
If only we had eyes
In each others minds
But we’d only want to shut each other out
Because there is no peace
When you know they don’t scream
But the pain still seeps within
There is no shroud
To smother it out
No curtains can be drawn
To cast any doubts
You just live in your own
Little terror house
While the fire burns
Everything down
And I thought I saw
Hopeless in his eyes
But it was just a glimmer of hope
And I know that, much like a butterfly
It’ll whizz past in the blink of an eye
He’s better hopeless
With you and I
Staring into the abyss
With the monsters
That we missed
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