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Gerson Ribeiro Poem
I look outside and the day is grey
There’s no sun on which burns we blame
The bright light, clouds betray
Every day is such as the same
I’m but a lion with no mane
Not but this, the days are slow
Numb and blend with no amend
I fall and rise to and fro
Sipping black I lack to understand
Will these days ever see their bitter end?
No sunlight, pale white, concaves under eye
Merciful mirrors don’t exist
Thick is the dark so I float blind as Bligh
Nevertheless, mentality purges mist
Perhaps a doctor is needed, oculist?
*William Bligh was stranded at sea after a mutiny for 2 weeks.
Copyright © Gerson Ribeiro | Year Posted 2017
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Gerson Ribeiro Poem
Infatuation
Your beauty was a façade
I saw what I wanted and not what I needed
But behold, as I dug deeper I only found
The things that even God might’ve frowned
As smooth as a snake, being slimy and fake
You know what they say
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
And oh! How I found this to be trueness
You say God is your saviour
But your qualities speak of Judas
Sorry, not trying to be rude
I speak not of depictions
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I speak of love, and my suspicions without frictions
Had we all those times on my shoulder
It aches thinking your love was a façade
Just like your prayers to your God
I was sent your way and O! You were quick to thank him
Man who you adored, which you were fond
Too bad your sincerity was untrustworthy and slim
My challenges served me right
The tests of frightening materialistic events
You said money didn’t matter but that wasn’t true
Getting much offended, I mind you
When I refused to pay for what wasn’t mine
O baby why don’t you cry,
Cry a little more about how I’m such a great guy
Pray to your God and thank him for me
The man that was so perfect but wasn’t keen
Keen on what being a man had to mean
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Gerson Ribeiro Poem
Free-for-all
I’m wasting my days on this earth
Every day goes by just as the same
My anxiety is so high when I leave the house
My heart pounds and pounds out of my chest
I breath deep but it hurts nevertheless
Only place I feel safe is in my nest
Cooped up like a jail bird
No feathers for freedom that’s absurd
Can’t leave the house or answer the phone
I get anxiety by looking at women
Thinking about death or nothing at all
I’ll let you in on a little secret:
In my head it’s a constant free-for-all
Everyones fighting and everyones screaming
Tedious thing is I’m the only one breathing
It only gets deeper and it only gets faster
Left arm starts hurting and my heart beats louder
Thump thump thump is all I can hear
Paper bag! Theres not one near
No one understands they think its ridiculous
Face death you cowards and all his militia
I just want it to end I just want it to stop
Live a normal life where my head just stops
Where I can stop thinking and I can stop breathing
Life is precious is what they say but its funny;
Because they don’t wake up every day fearing
No! Now is when I take control now is when it stops
Blade to the wrist I’ll have faced death
Once and for all no more free-for-all
Copyright © Gerson Ribeiro | Year Posted 2017
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