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

[Writer *78*]

Poetry does move people and your poetry does that for me. Every time I read your stuff its like a gulity pleasure for me it does alot for me emotionally. I love your poetry and I want you to know that.

-Writer *78*

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Much Thanks

[Aristede Craig Jr]

Beautiful writing for yourself is selfish but it is what brings beauty to existence you can only attempt to write for everyone else

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem with a lesson. Poetry can take us away from bad places and thoughts. When I was a child. I went to the library at 7 years old and read books. They gave me hope and create dreams. I tell all writer's. Need more writer's and reader's. The more we know. The more we will understand. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

MCN: CSPER-N26WB-747KE

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

@orginality whatever Im so tired of your bull

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

@tammytownend funny you keep posting the same comment have you even read the poem or are you just gonna add your crap all willy nilly if you keep posting the same nonsense over and over Ill have to block you

you've already said this so what your gonna post the same review on all my stuff well have fun

NOTHING has been proven you will be sued for slander I HAVE NEVER STOLEN POETRY FROM ANYONE IN MY LIFE so believe what you like

how are you gonna feel when its been proven I AM NOT the plagiarist and you've been harassing the wrong person

have you even looked at the posting dates which proves I wrote it and posted it first or are you blind

[M.Babu]

FANTASTIC!!!

This is definitely being shelved!
How you put down your thoughts into a streamlined monologue that is so easily relatable to anyone who comes across is truly vindicates the power of your words.

"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"
We so easily drift away to seclusion rather than recounting the pain surrounding our lives. It's the human nature and finding and saying the words becomes a grandeur task that requires some bravery and perseverance from our part.
This was absolutely well plotted out and put down.
You are a writer to watch!
~M.Babu~

[SamBug]

This was good. You had amazing imagery and figurative language. Used them all correctly. Great job!!!!