Broken Heart Disease

I want
to be like
words
on the tip
of a poets
tongue

I want what I can’t have
but it’s an inspiration
and it consumes me
because I’m in need

I want what I need
to make this feeling
c/o/m/p/l/e/t/e
to put beats in synch
cause I'm dying from
a broken heart rhythm

I want to be Muse for your ink
I want to bring about fluctuations
in your blood pressure

I want to do a lot of things

I want to clear out rooms with sonic-truth booms
I want to see justice to my own 99 red balloons
I want to make beats pack seats

I want to be a singer
singing soul-beats
but God blessed me
with a poets voice
He knew I was to shy
that money and fame
was no claim to claim for me

He knew a singers voice
would be wasted in my shy silence

So I want to be known for my poetry

I want to start a commotion
be that spark to your explosion

I want to Echo
echo.. echo... echoooo....
on in time forever

I want to see my name
spoken amongst the greatest
to live on in that category

I want to climb mountains
scale walls and laugh at the top
over countless waterfalls

I want to dive deep
into the unknown
discover lost treasure
of golden knowledge
that advances
the human
population
into the golden age
of enlightenment

I want to take the broken chords
of your heart and suture them whole
and kiss the scars your loneliness caused

Because no matter what
I want you in every way possible

I want to eat Chinese food with you
and get lost in deep philosophical conversation
over sweet tea and talk about Sex and Poetry
I want everything to make sense to me and
acknowledge that a heart is something immense to see

and I want to be proud that I look like my mother
that I can claim without a doubt I-am her daughter

I want to be at a turning point in history
unfold a wrinkle in time
over the steam of a cup of tea
clutched in cold hands
on a ride in a time machine
so I could see EVERYTHING

Understand I want a lot, like everyone else
at least I'm happy with most of myself
I don't want to be anyone else

This list is short compared
to the things that I dream
and I know that this poem
may seem to have a demanding theme
but I'm standing here now
Heart on my sleeve
Not closed off and hidden
Not mangled in my chest
Not cold like blue ice burgs
at the other end of the world

I'm standing here
with a heart worthy
of your love
 
and n all honesty
there's one thing
that would be best

That would untangle the knot

Lighten the grip around my throat

Put an end to my deep-ing
l-o-n-e-l-i-n-e-s-s

Draw a whole heart

I would really be fine
if I could find my missing /half/

Because loneliness lives within this skin
canvased along my fleshes open pores
cultivated through lack of touch
causing streams of peace
and rages of madness
my reflection shown
in the pupils
of those who truly
wished to see

See this is the reason why
I write in rhyme

This is the reason
I hide in metaphors

Ive been so busy
hiding my true emotions
but bleeding on paper
like no one would notice
the trails of passion
dripped in heart
shaped forms

Just remember this line

Who will be the cure
for my broken heart disease

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

C3QFK-29SNM-G9BB6

blue ice burgs are a real thing, Google it their amazing and beautiful

This poem is a series of I wants lol please read and review them as well

much thanks

this does not feel completely finished yet

Reviews

[Erica Daubert]

This is AWESOME! I loved it, I felt like these were things that I would say. My favorite is the line about looking like your mother. I've always been proud that I looked like my mother. It's one of those connections you just don't have with anyone else. I was smiling the entire time I read this. I loved the format as well. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be, but it reminded me a bit of word art. I really hope that you get to do/become all of those things. From the sound of your attitude I have a feeling you will! Thank you so much for sharing.

[B-poet]

This poem belongs in a class by itself. Such deepth and raw emotion are within this poem. It's interesting to fathom the deepest emotional scars that need to be healed in order to embrace what is truly needed for a heartache that's deserving of true companionship. A understanding and loving kindred spirit needs to be the comforter for this particular heartache. Who has yet to be found as of yet. Great write. This is the stuff great poems are made of. :)

[KaylasPoetryBook]

This is beautiful , it flows so effortlessly, well done (:

[KeeD]

I want to see justice to my own 99 red balloons

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This is exactly how I feel, I love this!

[Chrissy]

Love this

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

thanks

[The 13th Eros]

Your heart and soul are flooded with purest ecstasy, my precious friend. You will surely have all your heart longs for.. and more. Let the ripples of your longing begin to release for you all you desire. Speak it, sweet poet.. speak it and embrace passion's seed. xx

[Justin Littlefield]

i think this is the style and the voice you utilize best. all the erotic stuff has the shock factor, and its arousing to read, but listen to the chaste dreamer in you and see she too has words worthy. words that have the power to take you places and make all theses things you want, come true

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Thank you very much Justin

[Kenilo Kent]

This one comes closest to your best work! Well done..

[Will]

Great work, Sam! So powerful and hard hitting! I particularly loved this:
"I want to start a commotion
be that spark to your explosion

I want to Echo
echo.. echo... echoooo....
on in time forever"

Great piece.

[Joylene Miller-Rios]

We all have our wants and needs this poem expresses your desires, wants and needs but how far are you willing to go to get them. A very good piece