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Injected Lyrically

Black ink flows
in various vibes
and original scribes

Without words
I would cease
My soul would un-ease
my hearts beat would slow
Softer Lighter almost into Oblivion

If a pen drew breath
~n~ ink spilled til death
wouldn't missin it
burn a yearn
to want it back

This welling inside it hurts
deepened incisions
imprisoned to my wounds
there dwells a fire
a desire a burning
forever absorbing

Creativity finds comfort
within the cradle of my hand

See if I penned a sonnet
would it be perceived as weak
because I placed my heart upon it
maybe I am a fool for spilling souls blood
in inks line but I fight to stave off
the deepest pain that consumes
all that haunts my mind

I am a Poet
Who Breathes in Blue

Bleeds in black ink

Scribes in blood

Creativity Spills
Like The Thickness
of Curved Water
and Falls Heavier than
the combined water
of the worlds rain
in one spot

I am a master
of metaphors
mistress of verbs
wordplay is my play thing
and I do as I wish with it

My words can conjure up
emotions and wanton desires
and have you so choked up by its content
that you'll have no comments
my breath leaves you Speechless
has you wondering
where does she dig
to find the words
to write this

Realize
I was injected
with the ability
to be open lyrically
to flow spiritually

I am a movement of words
of ways of phrases and sayings
my thoughts are displayed
in the form of a complex maze

I gaze my reflection
I see a lonely woman
in darkened scattered
upside down world
with no place to turn
therefore I burn and
my soul speaks
it shouts
it utters
my unspoken
desires
and leaks
all over this page
it cries out loud
but sometimes
sometimes
it doesn't
make a sound

I feel loudly
in silence

Some think I am brilliant
others think I'm crazy
but I just live
eat breathe poetry
n what comes from me
is so profound

I explode and reload
what you see here
what you feel
this is me
beginning
to unfold

I am a Poet
goddess of verbatim
cause these words
echo in my head
fill my mind
and overwhelm
my writing hand

See my mind
is mindfully driven
with a desire
to make poetry collide
mindful of things
I've perceived
as I'm living

I find myself
floating in concepts
not confined
to what others believe
as poetically
I am mindful
of what Ive conceived

God has given
my sleeve I roll up
ready to spill the ink
when within that place
watch me as I grow
with flow yet
a haste-less grace
marrying the verbs
the words together flow
at a steady pace
taking others on
a visceral trip
it's a dip into
my poetic mind
just rummage thru
and you'll find it bleeds
a myriad of colors
seasoned to perfect
it's taste as
preconceptions
away I chase

Let it be known
there's nothing
out of reach
from which I pull
so when you
look at my face
remember
I'm mindfully poetic
and always poetically
and completely
mindfully driven

I'm devoted to this thing
I breathe eat and ishh
in poetic form
my blood ink transfusion
to the masses in Vamperic form

Comprehend I
suspend
transcend
ascend
beyond
bursts of radiance
tantalizing please
charms
warms
melting
mixing
swirl
twirl
tilt-a- whirl
galaxies spin
starry eyed
whirlwind

My twisted
conflicted
lovely
depicted
di ction
Repetition
positions
dose not make
the condition
of my poems any worse
than those with
center alignment
When challenged
I go beyond
the assignment

I am a Poet eat my verbal dust

I lie gleaming
in lines of Poetry
with eyes observing
the realism of Reality
things unseen
felt
a knowing
I feel Wisdom
in blowing winds
Love in the shaft of Pens
Eternity with every breath

Death
fears me
my beating
heart pumps
living blood
stains
page after page
rage burns a cinder

Weak metaphors
pimps simile whores
opens doors
in the dark
corridors
of closed minds
I find it
lovely
Litanies
of Ecstasy and
17 syllables
with a Life
worth of meaning
deplore
cliche-ic turns
of phrases
praises
of nothing
cheapening
my Dear Poetry
I am me
because of her
enlightening
inviting
you to speak with me
there's no depth in deep
think
imagine
covet
Dear Poetry
lay your soul at Her feet
for We are Poets
voices of a mute world
blinded by superficiality
paralyzed by toxic mentalities
deaf to the simplicity of
breathing and
being
I
am
a
Poet and
would not be
without my Dear Poetry
beckoning for a rhyme
reckoning

I want to
scream
and preach
and be heard
like bullets
cause I'm driven
with a drive
to make
poetry
collide

To reach the happy
and the hurt
Change the way people
view themselves
through my work
That is my passion
the writes that you see
You ask what is a poet
the answer is me

And when all
has turned
its back on me
I can count on
the soothing
sound of my ink
to let electrical waves
created by corporal
combustion
ignite the room

While Sonnets and stanzas
bring me back to life
Make me come without strife
Ink or well? Cant you tell
......hell

Click-click
click-cl ick
Calls my Bic
that's my queue
Now watch
my right hand
Do what it do

Ball rolling
swiftly
across my
white blank page

My pen now ejaculates
orgasmic flow rampage

Uncensored or unscripted
Submissive or sublime
Point on point
Scribe on scribe
On time sometimes I rhyme
Soothing me seducing me
Now you may oppugn
my lyrical praxis
as my wrist relaxes

Because
Regardless
of how Life Goes
I always Have My Words

By Samantha Campbell

poem by Samantha Campbell
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