In Dreams

I met him at 12 am
I found him sitting pon
a midnight limb

As his scent melted
through my windows
and my lashes
my lashes danced
to his presence

As he introduced himself to me
see in my mind I had already
labeled him poetry

But to my surprise
he smiled and said
my name is
Evanescence

He must have felt
my observance
as I stalked him like
a smokey bar room glance
yearning for that point of no return
that moment of connection
where he would shoot
a fleeting shot
in my direction
and Id breathe in
momentary perfection
as my lungs heaved heavily
struggling to exhale
because we both
very well knew that he
he had the power
to leave me gasping

See I
I felt him sitting
in the panes of my skylight
etching his existence along my rights
and my wrongs as he played songs
of mocking birds chirping
within my ears

He told me
you should wrap
your fears
into these sheets
so that you can slowly
crumble their power
and toss them
into the nighttime
air as you release

See you can close your eyes
and script a piece that leads you to heaven
but the climb will never hold truth
to the foundation of reality

He said
in all actuality
imaginations
are like
internal
vacations

And each thought
strikes like a needle
until your just
a junkie sitting
with nocturnal dreams
that scare you away
from what your eyes see
when squinting in the light

And somewhere
within that dark colored sky
he made me realize that I
that I

That I was just a simple star
sitting along the horizons
bright shining scars
flickering to be

And then just
as fast as he came
he lived up to his name
as I sat in the ambiance of memory
wondering if there would
ever come a time
when he

When he would
remember me


By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Shane Blackheart]

I really liked this, the subject matter was very mystical and romantic, and I loved the 'he' figure that you were mentioning throughout. I don't really know too much about poetry (although I am trying to learn), but I can see that you have a continuous talent, and I enjoy your work. This is one of my favorites.

[André-J-Franklin]

This is some touching stuff right.... i really like how it ended. "When he would remember me." it has it own vibe to it. This is a great read, keep up the amazing writes.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Satirical with a slight mention of serious endevoour, perfectly structured, well done, good read.

[Little Birdie]

"As he introduced himself to me
see in my mind I had already
labeled him poetry"

Ahh, this made me giggle, I admit :) made me think of all the men my friends and I came across and while I would usually rate them as lowly on the scale as I could, I'd find some, rare as pure water who I could not match to others by a simple numeric scale and instead, I'd make poems for them strangers, a gift based only on the fact they made my day by standing out and being different. :)

As for the rest of the poem, it has a sombre tone of distance yet a closeness I cannot possibly comprehend. The emotions you convey are passionate as ever, which is why I read your poetry with unceasing interest. :)

[Muse]

to be caught up in the moment...it can be both blissful and painful. You labled him poetry...it's both a compliment and a hardship to the subject matter of someone elses writing...I guess I've been both. And visa versa....and so the cycle continues.

[Philip Smith]

I feel your pain in this piece. does this help? It does me. Thanks

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

You have quite the imagination and mind. This is wonderfully and cleverly written. Very nicely done.


~Anna Rose

[Empirik]

I really like this one. I could relate for sure. I also loved the structure. It also felt how it feels when I talk to myself or write in my journal, as I have never written this is could feel the same emotion. Good job

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Thanks everyone your reviews mean a lot to me

lol just noticed a few typos urrg its supposed to be 12 am hence the midnight limb and a few smaller errors

its bugging me got to fix them now haha

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your mind. Your poetry goes in so many directions. This poem read like truth and felt like a myth. I like the use of situation and desire in your words.
"As he introduced himself to me
see in my mind I had already
labeled him poetry"
Thank you for your excellent poetry.
Coyote