Broken Heart DiseaseA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoetI 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 © 2011 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's Note
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Added on November 11, 2011Last Updated on November 11, 2011 Previous Versions 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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