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

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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.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An epic and heartfelt piece Sam. Lovely for its pathos and sensual grip on want. So flowing and deeply passionate.
PS Icebergs!

[Rachael]

This poem left me speechless. Just, amazing. I'm still in awe. :)

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

much thanks Rachael

[Amila Jay]

And I feel so like this at times. It's a beautiful write, loved it alot:-)

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

[Jed]

f*****g amazing wow just wow I loved it

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

This is quite unique and creative. I had a great time reading it. You're very talented and I love all your metaphors!

[paradise]

Freaking amazing that is All I can say!

[Najet Adwani]

Because it is free like butterflies I found myself dancing within them, who are they ? I say they are words in their simple dress holding details in their hands....I didn't feel far of the poet world, every body pass by here can share with her an event, a meal, a flower, a word of love, feelings...ect.....I wish you good continuation dear poet

[Shane Blackheart]

This is very good, and I know how you feel about wanting to leave your mark on this world. I, too, would love to leave my own mark from something I've done. It's the biggest dream of any artist or writer, I think, to want to be known for their talents. You have a great talent for poetry, and I hope you get to see your wishes come true.

[patricia]

I love people who have a drive for living. Turning up every stone to see what's under and full of curiosity. It's the opposite to the death wish for me. Love it and love this and love you. Thankyou.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem was amazing. I like the desire and the flow of the poem. A lot of energy in the fast pace poem. Many cures for a broken heart. I did like the last lines. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote