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 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
Blue Flask
if  there was a way to get back home
to get away to sleep
to move out of this room
self seclusion is just as real as forced
the only difference is you are the jail and the jailor
but I need to do well on this exam
it seems thats all I ever think about anymore
and these words aren't supposed to reflect that part of me
and for that I am sorry
This life is a long melancholic road
To be trod alone until the end
Better is my worn-out slippers with a pair
Than with my heart, alone,
soaked with despair

Sunrise heralds another burden to bear
And allows me to see my own affected smile
In the pool of tears on the ground
This assures me, there is no one behind

I am a hostage of this unfair world
Only to jail me, alone, miserable
Forward, I want to reach the end
But I am certain, along this road shall my body lay
Breathless, cold and still lonely.


-
**qyf
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
Charlie
It was a question;
a simple inquiry
that I had been running from,
catching me off guard,
trapping me in this feeling,
that I had been found out,
before I had found myself.

I remember taking offense,
as if it were an accusation,
rather than a question.
Out of breath,
and suspiciously defensive,
I was frightened out of my mind.
But it had been asked with such disdain,
such disgust and disapproval,
so I kept running.
one of the first I ever wrote.. really uncertain about it, I've never shared it until now
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
BF
Home
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
BF
Home is not a place for me
It's not where I have grown
Home is waiting patiently,
somewhere yet unknown
I am one who knows
but words feel so
F
R
   e
e
F  
O    
R
     A
   L
L
I paint them in my head first
but being so struck seured
they leave nothing to be sure of
B                     U                     T
I
W      I L              L
Try


But forgive me
if I get it all
wrong.
Turtle soup    P@ul.
::


Sitting on the porch overlooks the world

//

The ugly

The brutal

Inhuman

World


••

We become Cripples

The pain is even too much

To even know about

••

We sell our bodies

In a vain attempt to numb them

We sell our souls

In a vain attempt to think

That it really is  not there

""

well (?)

I guess we really have to

Change

Ourselves AND the world !



( **** the politicians and their divisiveness )



Take back the nation

Or

Ignore it completely

••

She stood up !

She looked Ben in the eye

She took his hand & they went down

Off the porch

And into the world
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
Naomie
Oh, oh no!

There it goes!

There it goes.

My box of humanity!

Oh,oh no

There it goes!

Where did I put my key?

I feel it slipping deep deep down

Can you find it for me?

It's deep deep down, can you find it for me?

Please!

Please!

Please!

Help me find my key?

Please!

Please!

Please!

Help me find my key?

Help me unlock my box of humanity.
Will you help?
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
Rj
Untitled
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
Rj
Part of me screams get away
Part of me screams you have to stay
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