Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Alive

And we are left here
Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated
Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel
Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk
Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk
We are the forgotten
I am watching the others grow rotten
But I am cleansed and raw with glee
Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE…
I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams
Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds
My definition of true finds…
I smile when any possible hope arrives
Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside
I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing
As bitter tears began to fall

I HATE ALL OF YOU…
I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL…

But I love that I can take anything
From the nothing we have all been labeled
The sick, the low…the mentally unstable
Watch me roll up in a ball
A naughty tease to death’s lull
I love your silence…
I love your intense fall
And we are more alive than any of you
We are crazed by your belligerence
Aching to be emotionless

SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE
SHARE IT…

Give us something to be left with
So the others can die
As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror
Listen to her laughter—do you hear her?
She watches and waits
To find her maggots have grown wings…
Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly
We are more alive than any of you
Though quickly we die

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Sukmawati Komala March 4, 2013 at 8:55 AM very impressive work !!! like your write laura :) thanks for sharing <3 Sk

Justin Bordner March 1, 2013 at 1:59 PM Tears have meaning - I respect your struggle - its mine too Laura - J.A.B. %

Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2013 at 7:18 AM I was disturbed and mesmerized. This is a very powerful piece you have penned a true work of art.

John Loving Iii February 27, 2013 at 10:25 AM Intense! How many times have I got to use that word? I liked it. Sometimes I want to scream too and sometimes I feel this way. My fear of God won't let me express myself. Afraid of what I'd lose.

Heather Ober February 26, 2013 at 11:49 AM "We fall to fly" - I absolutely love your writing style!

Elizabeth Wesley February 26, 2013 at 9:52 AM This might clean up a lot of bad actors if they could read it. Has that touch of violence that makes on sit up and take notice.

Lucilla Carrillo February 26, 2013 at 8:36 AM WOW! This is shows a lot of deep emotion and feelinge that come from very deep. Thanks for sharing this and for reading my poems. Lucilla

Painted Hunter February 26, 2013 at 5:56 AM I love the intensity you brought with this...and the flow of it is magic.

Dan Kearley February 26, 2013 at 12:07 AM Very nice! Very intense write! It gave me the feeling that poets feel... :o)

Poet Destroyer A February 25, 2013 at 8:21 PM wow...wow... the expression,,, wow..this has to be the best poem I've read this year...yes yes..I know I told you that after reading other poems of yours that gripped me by the throat... but this one! THIS ONE!! shows raw and true emotions. living life through the maggots we stow and share. it is hard to feel emotionless. always loving your poetry~ PD

Robert Pettit February 25, 2013 at 8:14 PM A descriptive write that chilled me even as I read it.