I HATE EGGS
I HATE COLD DAYS
I HATE LETTING YOU
UNDER MY SKIN
I HATE THE WAY
YOU MADE ME FEEL
I HATE YOU
NOT LETTING ME KNOW
HOW YOU FELT SO LONG AGO
I HATE YOU!
Inner Thoughts Poems by Samantha J Campbell
I’m not claiming to be a poet, but I have written a few and some people like them. Don’t ask me who my favourite poet is because I really don’t know any. But I do like writing them. It's a good way of getting out how I feel. It’s like therapy for me; some people write in a journal ... I write poems. Enjoy reading and feel free to leave comments. All photography is by Campbell Photographic. Visit the Campbell Photographic Blog.
Monday, 8 February 2010
LIKE A VAMPIRE
YOU ARE LIKE A VAMPIRE
YOU HAVE NO SOUL
YOUR HEART IS COLD
YOU FEED OFF PEOPLES
EMOTIONS
YOU PUT PEOPLE
UNDER YOUR SPELL
YOU CONTROL PEOPLE
YOU FEEL NOTHING
YET YOU ARE
TORMENTED
YOU HAVE NO SOUL
YOUR HEART IS COLD
YOU FEED OFF PEOPLES
EMOTIONS
YOU PUT PEOPLE
UNDER YOUR SPELL
YOU CONTROL PEOPLE
YOU FEEL NOTHING
YET YOU ARE
TORMENTED
Virus PT2
Virus
I took
Pills to kill you
Virus
You just
Came back again
Virus
Why can't
I kill you
Virus
Why do you
Keep coming back
I took
Pills to kill you
Virus
You just
Came back again
Virus
Why can't
I kill you
Virus
Why do you
Keep coming back
PLAYER PT2
PLAYER
WHY DON'T
YOU ADMIT
YOU PLAYED ME SO?
PLAYER
WHY DID
YOU CONTACT
ME AGAIN?
PLAYER
WHY YOU
SO HATEFUL?
PLAYER
WHY DON'T
YOU CARE?
PLAYER
WHY DID
YOU MAKE ME
CARE SO?
WHY DON'T
YOU ADMIT
YOU PLAYED ME SO?
PLAYER
WHY DID
YOU CONTACT
ME AGAIN?
PLAYER
WHY YOU
SO HATEFUL?
PLAYER
WHY DON'T
YOU CARE?
PLAYER
WHY DID
YOU MAKE ME
CARE SO?
Paper Doll
Paper Doll
TORN & RIPPED
Into a hundred
Pieces
Paper Doll
TORN & RIPPED
Into a hundred More pieces
TORN & RIPPED
Into a hundred
Pieces
Paper Doll
TORN & RIPPED
Into a hundred More pieces
I can Be
I CAN BE
SHARP LIKE A KNIFE
I CAN BE
SOFT AS COTTON
I CAN BE
SHATTERED
LIKE GLASS
I CAN BE
PIECED TOGHETHER
LIKE A JIGSAW
I CAN BE CHANGEABLE
LIKE THE WEATHER
SHARP LIKE A KNIFE
I CAN BE
SOFT AS COTTON
I CAN BE
SHATTERED
LIKE GLASS
I CAN BE
PIECED TOGHETHER
LIKE A JIGSAW
I CAN BE CHANGEABLE
LIKE THE WEATHER
Thursday, 11 June 2009
FIRST
When I first met
Him I wanted to
See him again
I saw him again
And didn't want him
To leave
Then I saw him
A third time
And was shocked
By my own thoughts
Him I wanted to
See him again
I saw him again
And didn't want him
To leave
Then I saw him
A third time
And was shocked
By my own thoughts
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