Amorphous Figure

Pen inserts itself
like a needle
in my vein
and like a tidal wave
it rushes to my brain

My words can be motivational
but kind of a freak
so it can switch
into something sexual

Amorphous figure

Dirty murky dialogue
instilled in the hand
to where I'm isolated
in the gyrated point of rate
that raunchy rhetoric leaks
sweet reminders
juicy gushy squirting
lap-it-up liquid fetish
swallow odes
let's drink
to the private
nightingale
kinky imagery
in tenfold
wow
am I dick riding
or appreciating sheer
poetic-ism

Chemistry's a midst
as I envision this kiss
enveloped in thee
an emotional tidal wave
enslaved in memory
birthing the girth
of my creativity

Yet sweet
of this muse
we share
the truths
I seek
for these
truths
shall bare

Conducive
to the many sins
that dwell within

The melodies within
to extend as my fingers stroke
let this be spoken

Pushed and surged forward
ferrying across eternal darkness
why feed the fakery

I heard a song
In longing's key

Erotic pen
full of ink
Ready to explode
all over the page
Poetry
She's my dame
when I move my pen
she screams my name
with swaggered talk
and Harlem breath

Her cries echo through my veins
in kindred lusts of mortal breath

I heed the call
I grab the reins

Lighting fire
to notebook wires
melting the lines
of her page

Setting the binding ablaze
stripping her to nothing
then lacing her frame

Manipulating reactions
watching the expression
that I portray

The artistry
across her face
soaking the parchment
giving her lyric a taste
scribing all over the place
leaving her literary body
in a euphoric state

I am the words to her page
I am the heat to her flame

I am the reason
that she's pleasingly
teasing you with her wordplay

I am the ink
I write
for the heights
of hedonistic harvest

Like E.E.Cummings
so unconventional at times
scandalous with my choice of words
another beautiful beast of the wild

Beast obese off the knowledge
that I wanna peal back
those layers beneath your clothes
just to view your naked
soul and love you

A midst the midnight cold
locked away in the vault of my thoughts
the obvious is obviously visible

Listen you
expand your horizons to
unreachable heights
I see you’re yearning
for somebody to be learning
your inner most desires

Words of Wisdom
hinted this to me long ago
words are only wise
if they can weather war
without woven wearies afterward

Simply a hint that I found
in-between the lines
to which I studied and screamed in

A minor quiet dream
while the silence
blended in vivid colors
while the beastly jawed
shadows of nothingness
swoop down on the banks
of burning flames ready to gorge
satisfying starving appetites

Theatrical Def-initions
overlap vivid images
of perfectly painted pictures

Free spirits have no limits
so they conform to no time
but understanding
that I'm nothing
makes me everything

I can hear
my own soul
losing its breath
I am in need
and want of a
higher degree
to keep me blanketed
in passion's stronghold
for pleasures yearning
essence of love's caresses

Every time I am read
the pages are never opened

This artistic written design
is really me in disguise
captured true lies
through the eyes of my heart
a picture painted simply red

Harmed fragments
of a dream
drifts into
the cycle of sorrow
that's why I'll repeat
these exact same scenes
on the morrow

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts ~John Keats

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

I really want to stand and applaud you. But you couldn't see that through the screne.

Matthew

[J.A.N]

I honestly believe this is your best work,
from the pieces I've read that is.
Quite breathtaking, and gorgeous.
Amazing, amazing, now I'm lost for words!

[zappy]

wow amazing love it .

[Letemdangle]

WOW! What inspired this? That's what I want to know.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

GORGEOUS!! Haven't read anything this good in a long time.

[Jed]

Wow this was ridiculously good i loved your use of words this was dark with rays of sunshine seeping in i am stunned and that is not easily done

[Fabric Pulse]

Every time I am read
the pages are never opened

~~~~~I think personally it's because no matter how up front you are telling your story, there's stories to even those stories, it'll take the rest of your life to be able to write all you need to for what has to be spoken.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Very good, a tad long; however taking the time to read it was worth it