Sometimes I

Sometimes I forget
sometimes I fall into
a state of neglect
disregarding the power
in my speech

Sometimes I grow
selfish to sharing

Sometimes
allocating
progression
becomes a pain
because sometimes I
fail to remember
that my words
carry strength
in each one
of their letters
so I tuck away
secrets instead
of secreting
because sometimes

Sometimes I feel my verses
don't amount to much

So I clutch to the syllables
of my syllabus
each metaphor
hidden within the grips
of my fingertips
refusing to allow
sentences to form on the
foundation of my lips
because sometimes I forget

I forget that my stories
might need to be heard
that every word could possibly
be the bandage to anothers heartache

I mistake my abilities
for a random woman
scribbling upon a sheet
and I discreetly hide
my insecurities
within unfinished
thoughts

So that the madness
of my mind
can never
truly be
caught

sometimes I frown
at every writing utensil that I see
sometimes I hate paper for being so ready
for me to leak blots of ink onto the stretches
of it blue lines and sometimes

Sometimes I just write and write
without any concept of conclusion
so the verbs bounce around
from beginning to end
refusing to silence or stop
see the truth is
I get caught up in
the examination
of self

So I script out words
like they're the prescription
needed to soothe my mental health
in hopes that each formation
will bring me closer to a better
understanding of me
and sometimes I think that others
may see my display of poetry
but look right past the importance
of my composition
so I find myself
repositioning
my position
nestling within the allies
of forgotten rhymes
where tempos only create
partial designs
that become to hard
to understand

Sometimes I forget that life bleeds
from every permanent contour of my hand
sometimes it slips me that my tears can be heard
through the vibrations of pencil tips and ink drips
that weep my sorrows on to the pages of tenderness
sometimes I forget that I resonate the sounds of lost souls
searching to find some clarity within this realm of insanity

Sometimes I forget

So I say this apologetically
please forgive my self centeredness
its just that sometimes I forget
sometimes I fail to remember
that my poetry has the ability
to move others
and is not just
meant for me
sometimes

Sometimes I forget

By Samantha Campbell

Reviews

[Elle B. T.]

I have to agree with Ryan on the punctuation, it would make this lovely poem even stronger...I also really love the flow of your words, you are so good with the movement of your poems and the repetition just adds to the flow.

[Fabric Pulse]

I LOVE. So real and vivid. One of your most alluring. It's moving and true. Us writers always need to remember that we have the power to change someone's life, not just our own, even if we can't see it ourselves at first, we're a role model.

[Ryan]

The good stuff: All of the writing imagery reminds me of a song called "Fractions" by the band Emery. Such a simple thought put so elegantly. Thank you for reminding me that writing is not just to express myself, but is teach others about myself and offer aid to them. Most of the time I'm really critical of poems that just outright say the message instead of allowing me to search for the meaning in the imagery. Even though the purpose of this poem is plain as day, there is still so much depth to explore in the imagery you use.

Stuff to work on (skip if you are happy with this and dont want to edit): most of the time, your rhythm flows well and your poem is easy to read. However, some lines or words can be emphasized by isolating them in a line and then using the natural enjambment to allow the rhythm to stay the same. Some people dont like punctuation, others love it. The choice is yours, but i think if you specified the rhythm with punctuation and emphasized words and phrases with your lines, this could be a lot stronger.

Good luck, write more!

[arbitrary jane]

i forget too. or... choose to forget. it's hard to tell sometimes.
thanks for the reminder.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

best poem i have read all day

[Lily Mae]

"sometimes it slips me that my tears can be heard
through the vibrations of pencil tips and ink drips"
I really love your creativity with this.. :) x

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Brilliant