The Hunting Ground - Poetry

The Hunting Ground
 
The carpet was wet
It seemed to take forever
Conversations mingled 
Fake smiles from orange people 

Awkward walks from the dance floor
Sobering thoughts hit like waves
Double speed
Double speed
The night gathers momentum 

Sweat and tears flow
Pleased to meet you from the other side
A meeting of bodies
Hug me like I'm about to fall 
Then let me go before the dawn breaks
by Sam Freek

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Torn Contract - Poetry

Torn Contract

I tried to get people on board this ship
They just carried on walking
Not feeling the ride was worth it
They wouldn't get off the safety pillows
Maybe I should give them a preview

My head bounces off a wall
Side to side
Side to side
Inflated images of grandeur begin to rise
I saw everyone gather on the roof
The lift was broke

Think in reverse and escape
Don't let anyone walk behind you
Only your shadow
With swaying bodies
Laughing out loud
Not realising how high the barriers were

It feels like I'm walking through thick custard
You read my horoscope out loud
But I don't believe in them
I gave you the wrong star sign
So now you think I'm a Leo

I have torn up my contract
 

by Sam Freek

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Always Time - Poetry

Always Time

Removed my hands from my watch
There's always time
I always have time for you
Trying to throw my voice
As I stand alone in a room

A pouring of colours flooded from your mind
Screaming like a banshee
You threw yellow my way
Mixed with flavours I remembered from childhood
The curtains twitched and an old face appeared

You waved around wooden spoons
Looking the other way
Avoiding eye contact
As I danced around an empty tin of peaches
My hunger for you grew

As the sun slowly fell to earth
You twisted my words to make you feel better
Ink spread from a broken biro
You began to look back at me
Thinking I was someone else

by Sam Freek

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Gathering of Energy - Poetry

Gather round and bring me some energy
Not in a can that leaves me sleepless
Sleepless and wired
Sleepless and wired
It's not for me but I keep ignoring the truth
The truth I have turned my back on
Like pushing it to the back of a cupboard
Behind the tin of cooked mushrooms
That nobody wants

The flesh needs to recover
Needs time to heal
This is not the time for a journey alone
They don't seem to care
They don't seem to know
Where is this compassion
Where is my soul
Little energy
Slides away

Taking over me
Passing the supermarket of memories
Can I multiple purchase the good ones
The shop seems full
Full of people bumping into each other
No smiles
Or kindness
Just slow dancing in the aisles
Looking into mirror less souls

by Sam Freek

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Brutalist Architecture - Urban Photography

British Brutalism - Urban Photography by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

Brutalist Concrete Building - Urban Photography

Brutalist Concrete Building by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

Going Down Into Town - Urban Photography

Going Down Into Town - Urban Photography by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek