Soul of Ink

My heart is heavy laden
a wide array of vernacular wordplay
has a choke hold on me

My words are universal
I use them in every way

United together as minds combine
grasping the folds of focus
not cut down by color lines or barriers
silencing through the centers of my brain

The sensors of love reign
seated upon pain's throne

My ink flows
across the pages
of time and space
Sparks flew
in the airwaves
of emptiness

Spilling myself inside
inkwell of my heart
acrobatic alphabet

This spectacular vernacular
is a vendetta from the poets before me
a drunken and slurred broken spoken
word poured out from the mouth
of Edgar Allen Poe himself 

Half man half amazing
that’s a literature half breed hybrid

Removing the invisible mask
so the world can see my face

Wearing my heart on my sleeve
so the world will know my place

Loose leaf language
left for the legends to translate

Oh pains my weakness
But pains my strength

That's why I write
To release
To express
To ventilate
the words
that penetrate

Many have told me
That God molded me
To be Great

A soul of ink
to unfold in sync
with the process of thought
readers are meant to devour me
in tandem deep in slumber
with my summer silhouette

The heart of me
how can this be
God Injected
abstracts into me

A passion that wont confine
to the limits of paper

A heart connected
to the injection of verse

Listen to the beat
play a melody
listen to my heart
Sing a song sing a melody

By Samantha Campbell

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

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[GlamGirl]

Wow! I really like the flow of this! Great write!

[Matthew Kult]

I like the feel of this, but it screams to be performed. It's crafted beautifully and flows wonderfully. Awesome. Just Awesome.

Matthew

[The Mad Prophet]

An such weaves your tale. The expression built up inside you, that reflects your soul. Very well done, nice flow.

[writing mojo]

great way to rip the writer norm out of place. The raven of this thought process shrieks from the brain branches that some how root a hang noose fed melody to the end of this page. Echoes break the inked scene sustaining the dream of flight before the rhythm fades to the myth your potential is fond of
inspiration. it speaks to you on cue never more eloquently paced to the heart of a writer beating and forging steel out of thin air..... good stuff

[Jed]

this is is so Amazing I LOVE IT

[Lilly Negoi]

"Half man half amazing
that’s a literature half breed hybrid" - that's a good description :)
well done!

[The Doctor]

This is great, it combines religion and self...knowing. You know what you want and stand for. You want to be as powerful as poets and writers before and i loved how you choose this emphasis by using Poe. Great write.

[Fabric Pulse]

It's like a paper castle.