Sam Price Poems

The man in the iron mask,
Has only one thing to ask.
That you stop all the self-pity;
And end all the falsity.
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Lateness,
I hate this.
Standing around,
With hardly any sound.
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If you had wings,
Where would you fly?

If you had nine eyes,
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Just as you are perfect,
So shall be your demise.
You say the world will last forever,
But the truth is shown in your eyes.
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Dr. Freud can you help me?
Can you help me stay alive?
Can you help me make the hurting stop;
I'm constantly buzzing like a bee hive.
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I’m yelling out a name.
I don’t want to play this game.
Dry, wet tears stain my face.
I keep going; it’ll never give up the chase.
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Off a cliff, through a storm.
Stubborn, strong willed, won’t conform.
Keep my own values, own ideas.
Fight or flee my own battles, address my fears.
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I’m finding it hard, to think of things to write.
I spend my time pondering, into the middle of the night.

My dictionary’s empty, my thesaurus has no words.
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It’s Halloween,
When the ghosts and ghouls scream;
And vampires hunt
For blood flavoured ice cream.
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If I wasn't me
Who would I be?
Would I be a shepard tending to my sheep?
Would I be in a coma and never wake from sleep?
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