Sam Page : Writing

seep.

seep.

A Poem by Sam Page


dear girl, i can’t sleep if i am wearing socks. concupiscence is a long word for something with such a short life. i like opening my eyes and s..
then god is seven.

then god is seven.

A Poem by Sam Page


Bingey, bingey, your contingency to allude to the situation of the suffocationin the altercation allows my disinterest to wither time,and your petulan..
can we?

can we?

A Poem by Sam Page


you can’t hear mewell, it’s not like you ever couldif you move i’ll stop talkingbecause i don’t want you to hear..
impinge mass.

impinge mass.

A Poem by Sam Page


I just want to lay in a field of long grass androll over up the stalks stretching upwards pointingdown showing me I’ve been laying on top of a w..
incise.

incise.

A Poem by Sam Page


there has to be a breaking pointthe point where i'll give inthere must be an injection sitea hole you're stuck within i don’t mean to scare youb..
pocket lint.

pocket lint.

A Poem by Sam Page


You drain me and sustain meYou hold me and you mold meA tender touch a venomous screechA slap on the hand a touch to the lipsYou hide me I cannot find..
can you.

can you.

A Poem by Sam Page


everything goes quiet and fades into the backgroundso it doesn’t risk drowning out the silence inthe absence of your presencemy whole body is te..
depleted.

depleted.

A Poem by Sam Page


it’s empty and hollow nowbut the ringing is still here.there are still those moments if hesitancya reluctance to fulfill an agreementthat cold h..
dimethyltryptamine.

dimethyltryptamine.

A Poem by Sam Page


never to let that green cold lightshine upon your skinno judging eyes peering through the glass past the clotted red andorange the light filters throu..
just two or more.

just two or more.

A Poem by Sam Page


it feels like every breath comingout of my mouth will issue fortha stream of sugar sweet stinking starchybadi wish every breath would so that itsremna..