Poetic Storm

Your words
and pain
echoed
through
my soul
cracking
breaking
shattering
my very
being

My heart burst
tears poured forth
I am forever changed

I now see you
differently

I understood and
forgave your past

But my midnight
imaginary Rendezvous
made you sick

You call me
disgusting

And you say
"DON"T touch me"

Who are you
to judge me

Who are you
to judge my past
to get mad
over what my
loneliness caused

I touched the flesh
of a computer screen
to kill my sorrow
for a few minutes

You touched
the flesh of 300 women
bragged to me about it
went into detail displaying
how proud it made you

So how is that fair
of you to look at me
the way you do

What is the damn difference
when you Jack off to porn
or say I'd f**k her raw

Or f**k me
while you watch porn

I don't need
the fake bullshit
anymore

I have a real man
RATHER that is
what I thought you were
when really your a selfish child

My love
what happened
to you

A song repeats
itself in my mind
and I'm trying not to sing
this forever goodbye

But you seem to have
lost your mind

Instead of holding my hand
and facing the darkness with me
you ran away and placed
all the blame
on me

Never seeing the true
nature of what I had to do or why

You will never know
the pain you made me feel
how broken I am
how alone

You will never
have to see
the bleeding lines
on my wrist that I wrote
with the tears
blood and pain
that burst
from my heart
and soul

You have hurt me deeply
no words can say how my tears flow
you and poetry have failed me

I caught you before
you could fall
did you do
the same
for me

NO!
Instead
you saw the storm
turned and ran

And left me here
in suffering to drown

I poured out everything I had for you
told you all my deep dark secrets
because I loved and trusted you

And thought a past
could be accepted

And forgiven

But its my curse in life
to love more than
mere men
ever could



By Samantha Pruitt

Reviews

[Wolven]

I know this might come across in the wrong way, but I have to speak my mind. This is quite possibly your single greatest poem thatwhich you have shared with us to date.
The sheer scale of the imagery and language here is staggering, and the amount of emotion and effort that has been packed into every word is phenomenal. Someone once told me that it is the wrters and poets who are so ill at ease, depressed or distressed who write the best poems and stories.
Sufficed to say, I have next to no experience whatsoever in the fields that are elaborated upon in this poem. Bad breakups, bad history, heartbreak, etc. but I can safely say that we all have our demons, Samantha, and I feel I can empathise with you in your sufferings; and no matter what life throws at us, we have to overcome them.
Looking at the end of it, all I can add is this.
Don't give up.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Writing poetry for me is a form of therapy because I bottle everything up. If I did not have poetry as a release for all of it I'd ... I don't know what would happen, Poetry is a lifeline that keeps my heart beating and poetry is the glue that holds the shattered pieces together. In person I hold back its like words get stuck in my throat being drowned by emotion gripping my voice box strangling everything I yearn to speak. But when I write it pours in floods raging with rippling waters. People I know think that when I get quiet I'm mad but really I'm mostly hurt and don't want them to see the tears I'm fighting from overwhelming me, Its not that I care if people see me cry it's that I don't want to hurt them ... because it hurts me more I'm just weird I guess but than again I like weird so

Being pregnant it is so much harder to put that wall up and hide, so tears have been making their escape and I hate it! I'm not able to swallow it all down as easily and regurgitate words

Thank you so much for your review it is deeply appreciated.

[Wolven]

I think any form of therapy or release is a good thing, be it writing, sex, crying a bit, or a set of bongos. It helps us retain our sanity, provided we don’t get carried away with our method.

I’ve had my own bad hand. From a young age I was bullied for all sorts of things, my height, my name, my religious enthusiasm, and my lack of confidence/experience with girls (Including a bad case of ‘unrequited love’ you could say…). It got to the point last year where I literally heard voices in my head, they tried to convince me to go back on everything I’ve ever believed amongst some other disturbing areas I’d rather not mention… but lemme tell you: that scared me. Since then, I’ve started at the Belfast Met’ College. I’ve met loads of new, uber cool people there from similar but different backgrounds as me. I’m also much happier than I was last year.

My point is: Life gets Better. Trust me when I say there’s light ahead of you Samantha. That kid inside you will probably be the single greatest thing to ever happen to you. Don’t dismiss any future relationships with guys, I’d like to ask that. I’d like to think we have some redeeming qualities like. I’m glad you appreciate my review btw. Its quite nice to feel appreciated. 

[Eddie Phillips]

You are a gifted poet. You write from the pain in your soul and heart. It is obvious in everything you write. There are times that you share exquisite joy and then there are times that you rip the readers heart out. You can do this because you feel everything you write. We are passengers on the ship you journey on. I love your work and I have missed reading it. Keep writing and I will always keep reading.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a fantastic write for sure, the word choice, imagery, and structure is superb. Excellent work.

[Barbara Walker]

An awesome write Samantha.

[Echoes of Eros]

I have seen the heartbreak of your last year and want it to change so much for you. Your heart overflows with love and passion, and you deserve an equal who allows you to discover your beauty and untamed fires within. xo

[Adam M. Snow]

This is truly a wonderful piece

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a Poet. My friend. The poem get down and dirty in the honesty of a relationship. I had to read again. I like the honest and direct feel of the poem. To make a love work. Take two people with the desire of fulfilling each other needs and want. The past is gone. Real lover love the people in their arms and is thankful for someone who have concern. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[gombeggar]

nice setting of words in hourglass fashion...yer words brim with emotes of pain and love intertwined

[Mike Emil]

you are welcome to kohlrabi theater
but you must smash things on stage
HAI!!!