AthirstA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoetThis is pretty much a metaphor for the the journey of self discovery of realizing I was a PoetI'd rather you see this as bittersweet rather than a tragedy Words sink into the cracks in your lips Because you'd come and see me sitting in the ash and resting on the sunrise Yet I couldn't help but be pushed between your spine Echoing through like the snapping of bones My lungs are flooding I'm bleeding fire and rotten fruit I prayed that you'd string me up to dry in the heat like rose petals But I write it in indelible ink Stuff it between the spaces where my soul and skin meet In my deepest suffering I saw my soul splattered with every violent color until I was nothing but rotting prose and broken sentences That were stolen from my rib cage So I sat alone at the edge of my souls universe Resting myself in a coffin closing the lid and nestling up to my own corpse But you see I don't mind eating my heart raw because Because I love the teeth marks on my bones You see there are days when poetry screams and my veins are too agonizingly thin to hold the weight I collapse into Poetry Because I was born to embrace pain and disappointment Birthing art from eternal woes of ages of pathos Making suffering into a beautiful truth Silver-soft words I’ve been gagging on preform in a dance of darkness illuminating the night Yet to truly grasp what pain is Is to know it crumbles words to dust like broken souls And the eons of tears yearning to speak to me are too vast to loop with letters because Because it takes days upon days For words to line up You see I don't want to write something you slurp down and forget like yesterdays breakfast My words should make you choke a little Break your heart be like spears and fish bones in your bloodstream that touch you so deep that you will finally Finally love yourself But People burn and we ask for the name of the fire Can't you see Can't you understand I could be anything Yet I still choose to be poetry Raw & unedited I open my heart the way I open my eyes illuminated for a second scars and fresh wounds fully exposed I am the meek melodic multitude of long suffering for artistry You see I thirst to swallow pain in sips like its the last drop because it tastes like poetry By Samantha Pruitt © 2019 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's Note
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Added on March 9, 2019Last Updated on March 9, 2019 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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