Monday, July 18, 2016

Not Here Not Now - Poetry

 Not Here Not Now

Squeezed into a little space
Its only where I would be anyway
I can't go back there
It's broken

Granting me a wish I take it
Not now
Not here
I want to see the weekend

Over a barrel
Rolled my eyes
There is no choice
Racing around a track

Staying on my own
Slowly coming together
Show me your identity
Because the party has only just begun

by Sam Freek

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Author: Sam Freek

In Quarantine - Poem

In Quarantine

Doors to the world burst open
The thought process begun
Put me in quarantine and chop away at the unease
I'm not looking to the outside for answers

Sandwich shop lady smiled at me
Keep them coming it seems to be working
But nobody said it was a love song
I relaxed with the wild ones
Somebody shouted "there's no need to shout"

Telling tales in the kitchen
Its full of twisted memories
Shredding each one before another leaves
Visions flood in from little trust

The world gave me an identity
But I've gone and bought my own
Steeling some along the way
What kind of creation stands before me
Let's  not discuss this

If you cross the red line there's no going back
But you can create a new blue one
Asked me what it was like living in a cupboard
I've not had an idea in 2 years
Not taken the west coast route in a while

Coming together like a train wreck
Have you been to look and take a selfie
Share the experience without feeling
Familiarity took that away
You steal my thoughts and leave

Author: Sam Freek

In A Race - Poem

 In A Race

I'm in a race
But I'm the only one in it
In need of tea
Or so I think
The cat waved and I laughed

An early postman wakes me up
I give him the bills back and close the door
What is this hay stack on my head
Calming reassurance from a reflection
My head swells with thoughts

Explanations and silence with a hum
Quick saviours are nowhere to be seen
I hear its great to live in America
Sudden urge to run
But my face turns to mush and melts

Somebody's spying through my keyhole
The ceiling raises and I feel small
I need to go places
You crash into my face all vexed
I drive away into town with my replica

by Sam Freek

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Author: Sam Freek