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Have My World

I set fire to the caskets of your ever-burning shame Crossing lines that were smothered in yesterday’s rain Holding onto words that scorch my spirits My happiness to you living hell Pulling me apart, smothering me Telling me you love me but not showing me You are like the first Twin Tower that fell, Shattered and torn by foreign enemies And I am soon the next to fall… By the remnants of your grimace-laced tantrums Shackled by your negativity It is a wonder one can sleep at night Feeling the dampness of self-pity you wallow in Comparing and despairing… always comparing I thought I knew you like a favorite subject I thought I could be myself But everything that is me is shredding you to tears And I sigh, ached by your fears Burying my talents so that you may stand tall So that you can shine in the glimmers Of my poignant fall of sobs and shivers … I lose everything in the wasteland of your dots Quiet descention weighing the worries Keeping them down and in a flurry Crawling around me, feeding the decay To never hear the voice behind those words I love you… I LOVE YOU… I scarcely know you Kiss my shards that have once been whole Cradle industrial waste because I can no longer taste The tears you shed that are too fast for me to wipe Burying me against the sharp rocks tonight And you run away…you always run That is all we ever do, you see I am a happy person, A content as ever being inspired by the galaxies surrounding me Exhaling the laughter of my comrades But there… in some dark distance… I hear the high-pitched frequency of your tidal waves of envy You can have my world… You can have my fame… I am heading to space, Where I may find solace alone And for once taste Freedom from your stark embrace Wanting me for yourself to fill in your space Have you ever stopped to wonder why I am still around? I care for you beyond light and sound But ever for that—you hated, jeered and spat Crumbled as you play the victim Becoming an enemy I can only learn to love So I hand this world to you Where both of us have fallen You can have my world—my words But you cannot have me….. -June 2, 2014-

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Karl Marszalowicz

Date: 7/17/2014 4:17:00 PM

Hey hey if this is happy I don't need sad anymore! way to present someone torn in multiple directions though the madness driving this person is palpable.

Justin Bordner

Date: 6/8/2014 8:51:00 PM

Your anger is hot and genuine, just be mindful not to become what you despise. Your emotions are wild and have never been more beautiful. J.A.B.

Justin Bordner

Date: 6/8/2014 8:45:00 PM

Well Laura, for scarcely knowing someone, you certainly feel big hurt, and your frustration and condemnation seem to stand on a foundation of real affection soured by disillusionment. This poem has huge heartache, I sympathize with you. For you scarcely know you sure seem to have created real love and trust. I'm sorry you have this agony, but liberty appears to be your reward my friend.

Pace Ink-U-Script

Date: 6/8/2014 7:16:00 AM

You are very talented with your word usage. I'm not sure if its a male thing(running). But I know I try to walk away to catch myself before saying something I don't mean. Sometimes it's to gather my thoughts. But I've come to realize that women rather the guy stay right there and talk. It can be difficult at times. This may not relate to your current situation expressed in this poem but that's what came to mind when I read that one stanza. Beautifully expressed poetry!!