The Crash

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The stars still shine at night
and the sun still rises
Despite anyones plight
It’s like time doesn’t care
To respect you and I
It just goes on
And when you’re doing alright
It goes in the blink of an eye
Those smiles forgotten
Before you break down and cry
And in the turmoil
Time teases you
Lingering to torment
Never staying still
But never quite on the move
And you’d figure this would give you
Chance to react
Get yourself back on track
But despite our perceptions
It all comes tumbling down
In the blink of an eye
While also somehow remaining
Like the longest of times

© 2016 June

The music continues

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The music continues
Like it’s all not happening
It’s surreal
Noticing time doesn’t stop
When tragedy strikes the clock
It keeps ticking
Time not registering
Your departure
And the music continues
I sit back in my chair
Drinking up the empty air
Dust in my lungs
Grief stricken
and it’s so surreal
How time doesn’t care
How it doesn’t just stop there
Spits you out and strips you bare
And the music continues

© 2016 June

Could never imagine

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I want to be the silence
That accelerates the breaks
A thunder storm of shock
Rolling across your face
To communicate the ferocity of this pain
I could never abbreviate this self hate
Encapsulate it for you to contemplate
I want to be the knife
That cuts through the silence

Before you call in the sirens
Remember I tried to be an island
Battling these tyrants
Running amok in my head
The asylum
I tried to be defiant
But I never could imagine
Sisyphus smiling.

© May 2016

New york

I met god in a movie theatre
He kept shushing me
I walk along these new York streets
And the whoosh of cars keep hushing me

I met with mike from the Bronx
I said “Hello” and he cut me off
I went to the botanical garden
And all the flowers choked me
Allergens be damned in New York

I went to Staten Island
The coastline stifled me
I boarded the Staten Island ferry
The waters lulled me to sleep

I boarded a boat to Manhattan
The skyline overawed me
The ways of this world
Daunting me.

© 2016

New Shoes

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Gonna get me a porkpie hat
Sit in new York and listen to jazz
Kick my feet back, relax
Just what the doctor ordered
When I get out of Alcatraz

He said
Get them new shoes
And wear ‘em in
Don’t listen to that gype
when they can’t handle your stripes

And remember young man
When they generalise
It may be true
But that’s your chance
To be an individual you!
So get on those damn new shoes

© 2016 May

Fossil lumberjack

I want to go excavating
 For dinosaur bones
 Got my checkered shirt
 Camera too
 Though I might need to get some
 Better outdoor shoes

They call me the fossil lumberjack
 Always was the nerd
 With dinosaur biscuits in his backpack
 Playing dinosaur trumps
 Till we lost or won
 Or maybe that was
 Just yesterday

Don’t mistake me
 For a hipster
 Though I’m
 Still a kid at heart
 The cigarettes between my fingers
 The only sign of adulthood 

© 2016 April

 

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Perfume

Traces of your perfume
 Linger caressing the air
 Like your fingers
 Subtle approach 
 Coy under veils 
 Lest we be caught 
 
 I sink into your aroma
 The ghost of your
 Voluptuous breasts 
 Dancing, quivering 
 Embraced between your thighs
 Enthralled by the movement 
 Of hips 
 
 Biting landmarks 
 On each other skin 
 I think I’ll just sit
 And let those memories
 Sink in

©2016 April

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