Fighting

I am the massive
existence of nothing
the lesser of two

I am the unused
blank canvas
scribbled upon
in multifaceted hues

The image of vividly painful scenes
to grueling for you to view

I am the shadow of voids
a black soul roaming around

I am the silence of night
to quiet to be found
sucking in all of
societies sounds

I am a fragment of dust
swept to the side of this land

Silently hiding in shame
with filth covering
my poetic hands
weeping as words
smudge across spaces
painting out images
that I can not understand

I am a shattered muse
crying out colored ink
on a pure stage
over spilling
broken letters
on a page

Bound by tormenting
lyrical versus
confined to a vast
mental cage

I am the insanity
of this sphere
all knotted inside
one mere being

I am a faceless human
not even worth seeing

I shutter in cold seas of emptiness
searching for tangible features of me

Thrown out into this dark land
an anonymous piece of work is all Ill be

Sifting through wreckage
sorting through internal waste
pasting on sections of trash
in hopes of creating
an identifiable face

I have been raped
of everything within
cut deeply across my core
as i stand before you
severed and bleeding
I pray that you will
remember me no more

My name is not b***h
hoe or even w***e

I am unintelligent
to a genius's brain

An insignificant person
titled mundane

Penciled in
by a psychiatrists
as insane

Yet from pure evil
my soul chooses
to abstain

I am the taste of life
slicing my impression
from this hemisphere

I am the sin of wretched wickedness
smothering this polluted atmosphere
drowning in my malevolent reflection
crushing the image in mirrors

Section by little section
devastating this universe
with my fatal infection

I am the bitter
countenance
of rejection

Lost in skies
that no longer exist
I am the definition of love
that slipped by missed

My expressions lay
vacant and bare
ruined emotions
are out of order
no longer feeling
what was never there

I am the daughter
of a runaway woman
a child of a faulty man
I am three sixty of thought
leading my memory back
to where I once began

Fighting

BY Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Shane Blackheart]

A great, dark poem. I really liked the feel of this and the general flow about the piece. You have such a rhythm to your work that makes it such a joy to read, no matter the subject matter or tone.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

YOu always tend to make me run through the piece, then re-read with more cocious, well done, good read.

[M.Babu]

BRILLIANT!!

"I am the sin of wretched wickedness
smothering this polluted atmosphere
drowning in my malevolent reflection
crushing the image in mirrors"

"I am the daughter
of a runaway woman
a child of a faulty man
I am three sixty of thought
leading my memory back
to where I once began

Fighting"

I feel purging in this piece...all the doubts, all the hurt, all the pain, the let downs, the background, the mental health, the need...i felt it all. I connected to this piece like a Bluetooth yo :D

I feel fantastic after understanding this, cause it shows me just how powerful words are, when i can reach into your soul (with your permission of course) and come out like i know what you think, feel about yourself. Your outlook on life despite what others think and etc....

Words are alot to me and you just gave me a smack cause i was starting to doubt their effectiveness. Samantha this was nothing short of AWESOME..anyone who says otherwise, i'll have their number.

Crazy rhyme you instigated, flow was streamlined, progression seamless!

PERFECT!
A favorite!
~M.Babu~

[writing mojo]

the painting of words are as pure as cautious is order, talented as the first word made haste from the page to my brain. If this is inspiration from pain, live with it until your dying day. Your gift is reaching others beyond the normal constrains of metaphoric voyages only a true voice can do. You grow from echoes of a new thought process, of breaking through.. enlighten all with your gift...amazing stuff!

[Little Birdie]

Amazing what one person can hide behind their face. The last verse had me shuddering with tears in my eyes.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Intense and great flow. Truly an inspiring piece. So much so, that you may have just helped me out with something for a project...so thanks for striking that chord i needed.

~Anna Rose

[Empirik]

Wow, that was intense. Great rhyming. It had a rhythm and vividness that was more powerful than if life was easy. I get it. Once again you really have a good dictionary in your head.

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

your writing as always leaves me speechless..... I had heard about dualism in a poem but here you left the arsenal of my words dry...... You deserve to be appreciated!
well done!

[patricia]

each stanza gave glimpses of the bigger picture.
Penned like a collage of cryptic painful experiences, sublimated like a kaleidoscope into a Picasso!
You make me cry, I find your work very moving. It is rare that joy hurts me.
Thanks.