Lyrical Theories

The best poems

are forgotten
before they're
ever written

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I crawled out of bed
with the memory
of two vague
masterpieces
lost in the
untraceable steps
of a dream´s
footprints
between
the snap
of a finger
and an evanescent
woebegone morning
 
Fragments of sweat-stained air
guitar strings notebooks
and prose-like voices
choking every last person
as it bled and squeezed
through every swirling nook
 
Now as the sun rises
I reach for you frantically
somewhere within an arms length
of my out-stretched hands
in the abstract illusion
driving me forward
 
But I fall back into
a purple silken pillow
with a throat full of cotton
a headache, resigned pain
pulsing through my veins
and the epitaph
of two lost poems
that made me
think about you

That provokes me to
spit lyrical theories
mystical words
and unwritten destinies

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Destiny]

wonderful :)

[Jordan's Back]

This poem makes me pleased. Wonderful!!!!!!

[Lily Mae]

S**t..this one made me cry.. god.. that's all I can say for now... you.. you you...x

[Chris Yip]

Excellent one! So sophisticated, yet so artistic. One for the record books about lost poems. Smooth read and write with a hint of rhyming making this poem so readable and seemingly effortless. But obviously a lot of thought was put into it. Well done my poet!!

[Pratik]

That was a superb one....you have struck upon the similarity between forgotten poems and lost love through these brilliantly constructed lines... Great poem :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

So true! I completely empathize with this...Cleverly written. Your words have a heartbeat, beating with vivid imagery of a poets pulse.