Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Backfire

What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back

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Justin Bordner August 30, 2012 at 2:21 PM " I wanto scream my way into your existence..." beautiful fury,love,need - its nice to see your other eye Laura! anyone who has ever acknowledged their loneliness understands this gem of desperate connection, and everyone who hasn't admitted to being lonely must read this masterpiece for salvation - J.A.B. % Laura Breidenthal August 30, 2012 at 5:34 PM Aww. Justin, thanks! I appreciate your most kind words. I figured I should change my avatar again however. Dan Kearley thought I looked mean! Hahaha. :3 Always, Laura

Pace Ink-U-Script August 29, 2012 at 1:20 PM Love Joann's comment... :) Very intriguing..deeply spoken with emotions..Everything has its place in life.."you are just a piece of the puzzle waiting to be plugged in." No need to be hard on yourself. hugs Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2012 at 7:04 PM Thanks, Pace. That means a lot. ~Laura

Dan Kearley August 29, 2012 at 10:41 AM You aren't a demon...lol. Wow! This is just pumped with rage.It sounds so painful,it gets me in the heart.<3 )o: Very nice write thou I must say. :o) Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2012 at 7:03 PM I am glad you don't think I'm a demon Dan! :D You stick to reading my poetry, no matter how painful it may be. You are an amazing person and thanks for staying by me from the beginning. Will be checking on you here and there. Always, Laura

Harry Horsman August 29, 2012 at 8:51 AM Bloody hell Laura, this as hit me like a hurricane, such profoundness, only goodness can be within a poet whom writes within this calibre, your sincerity is noted, wonderful dear poet, love you heaps dear Laura. Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2012 at 7:02 PM Thanks so much! This comment made my day. Your poetry is so sincere and beautiful. I am honored to have been praised by you. ~Laura

Joseph May August 29, 2012 at 6:20 AM a splendid write with great emotional thrust...love...Joseph Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2012 at 7:01 PM Yes, it was quite an emotional one. I'm glad you read and enjoyed it. Take care. :)

Michelle Mac Donald August 29, 2012 at 5:19 AM I think Don and Joann have summed it up nicely, Laura. A profound write...a battle going between your mind and heart. Surely they are making a truce, although "adrenaline" might be keeping you in limbo. Best wishes, Mikki Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2012 at 7:00 PM Thank you very much 8)

Don Johnson August 29, 2012 at 12:01 AM the ups n down n round n rounds , till fortune smiles again, the bitter life to drag us down, but we will arise and then, we'll bloody drown:) love it babe.... me bloody fridge went om om om, kerosene driven .... where the 3rd eye opened from... a theory :)...i was only 4:) Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2012 at 6:59 PM Hah, how interesting Don! As always, I enjoy your comments.

Joann Grisetti August 28, 2012 at 7:52 PM A deep poem revealing much feeling and emotion. i hate mirrors, they reveal the truth i don't want to see. Laura Breidenthal August 28, 2012 at 10:21 PM I see what you mean. Thanks for reading my work :) ~Laura