Biography of Scott Campbell
Please dont take me too seriously. I write for my personal state of mind, not yours. I have a big sense of humor and may sound dark and bitter, but I am well adjusted. I do not follow rules and margins of any style, I just write.
Scott Campbell Poems
We Got It All Wrong
It's Just Best To Sleep All Day
They say a man can have a spiritual awakening in his 30's, the other day, I woke up. I woke up to the reality of the fact that I have not accomplished anything worth a damn. Death looming, nothing left to remember, just a pile in a landfill with the rest of the memories. I woke up terrified, expectations of society, looking sternly at me, disappointed.
I would just lie I would get things in order And just die
The Road To Success Is A Dead End That I...
From the ashes of previously combusted love Loveless, no love I am no Phoenix, more of a sparrow Homeless, no home
Four Hundred Pounds
Only one way out Down the stairs, out the door Four hundred pounds of baggage Four hundred pounds of burden
4 To 5 Times A Night
Forced out of sleep A gloom, lurking feeling has done it again Life, love, expectations, sitting on my chest, Draining the air like a sponge
Another One To The Head
A glimmer of lives similar Like a head wound, always on my mind Gushing, taking my life, pulse after pulse Women will do this to us, even the ones we don't know
Much Like Birth, Death Can'T Be A Pretty...
Sitting alone Being alone is not so bad Unless you can't stand yourself I imagine this happens, often
Poetry According To A Cynic
Poetry is not Beautiful words strung together to make you light Poetry is not Appreciated by anyone but the author
Sleeping In The Park.
Sleeping, sometimes sleep till noon; two, four, sometimes there is no need to wake up. "Get your ass up and do something", she screams waking me. "I have nothing to do". "I want you out". She screams, so I go. Sleeping, sometimes sleep till noon; three, five, sometimes there is no need to wake up.
The Only Poem About Love I Will Ever Wri...
Love is like a long line of people waiting It seems to take forever to get to the front Waiting amongst ugly faces and unpleasant smells Feel the distrust, just keep moving forward
3: 05 A.M.
So what, I am up. All the people in their little boxes around me everywhere sleeping Resting up to go to work Work like the ants
Sudden Realization Of Being Flat Broke
Everything is almost gone. One by one, piece by piece, dollar by dollar, gone. Once the bread is gone, will I write? Two cigarettes left, then what, will the writing stop? Smoking by itself won't kill you, you need a job to achieve both, and one kills faster than the other. I've asked too much of everyone, no one wants me around anymore. One by one.
Another One To The Head
A glimmer of lives similar
Like a head wound, always on my mind
Gushing, taking my life, pulse after pulse
Women will do this to us, even the ones we don't know
Make us act bad, make us write bad, make us feel bad
They remind us what all is wrong with us, silent, judging
And just when you think the wound is healing, boom, another one to the head