Ask Me WhyA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoetPoetry suffers tragic language
A sickness thick with words We poets are proud proclaimers of liberating grace So ask me to write a poem about the bump on my middle finger from forcing pen to paper Ask me about the nights of nocturnal desires spent alone inking soul on page Ask me why my heart belongs to poetry for eternity times two Ask me how soft nouns hard verbs bent stanzas crease sheets as we change compositions Ask me how My lips are ink stained because I'd rather speak my mind Ask me how I made music with my motions how I drummed out solo’s on your chest Ask me why I would die for just one kiss Ask me why I say I'm masochistic that I crave the ache and burn of the pen Ask me why I choke on the verses lodged in the back of my throat Ask me why I’m a prisoner of poetic imagery Ask me why the vein of my love is deeper than most human brains can fathom unlocking mysterious hidden windows deep in my subconscious Ask me why ... ... and I will tell you Cause We poets are proud proclaimers of liberating grace By Samantha Campbell © 2012 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on July 6, 2012 Last Updated on July 6, 2012 AuthorSamantha ~virginpoetOHAboutHAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo The Poe-t I cant sleep without kno.. more..Writing
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