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I Am Only Your Fantasy

What world am I in? 
Oh, that’s right…I don’t exist
I am only your fantasy
You drill holes where there ought to be hearts
You crawl into the crevices while I die
Because you will leave when reality is high

Turn on your computer
And feel your eyes glaze over
With your one hand typing…

While I paint about what we will never be
My very soul a joy kill to your ********

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Do not push me to release...
The blood is already on the canvas

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

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Duke Beaufort Date: 5/28/2014 6:18:00 PM So, I am very busy at work and it is killing my creative spirit, but I can't help that. This work lends itself to a sexual depiction. This is a rather sad story of the male ego. There are many victims of that drive. I hope you only get stronger and better, although I can't imagine you any better than you already are. Login to Reply

Lena Emp Date: 5/27/2014 11:45:00 PM The feelings of angst when the one is not given right attention you wanted too. Great expression of your feelings through poem. Great pen. Login to Reply

Jake Ponce Date: 5/15/2014 7:16:00 PM If words were swords, the person this is aimed at will definitely be sashimi. It's THAT sharp and direct. Hey, i'm not complaining, laura. I adore every bit of it. \m/ Login to Reply

James Marshall Goff Date: 5/14/2014 8:42:00 PM Cut to the quick....direct, original verse, Laura! jimbo Login to Reply

Justin Bordner Date: 5/13/2014 3:49:00 PM Continued... The vision of this heart's canvas is most alluring, even deadly. J.A.B. Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 5/13/2014 4:36:00 PM There is no scaring off Justin Bordner! Thanks love! (: ~Laura

Justin Bordner Date: 5/13/2014 3:45:00 PM What is the distinction between fantasy & reality? What is physical & what only imagination? When does breath take form, when does the blood of love become warm? You seem so determined, and soulful for being a mere fantasy. I love the hostility, pressumption, & paradox in this beautifully dark poem. Its exactly what I need. The last two verses really bring fantasy to life, or life to fantasy. Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 5/13/2014 4:24:00 PM Thank you Justin. Spot on, friend. I always appreciate your thorough reviews on my work. I am going to read some of your poems and will be looking forward to the next one posted. ~Laura

Eileen Manassian Date: 5/13/2014 12:51:00 AM LAURA!!! This is SO SO profound. Oh, I feel the pain, and I understand. Very well written and expressed. I hope that you can deal with the pain. "You will leave when reality is high." Oh...how true, how true. I'm SO sorry I couldn't call in the other day. My hubby invited his fam over spur of the moment for some barbecue. We thought we'd be finished in time, but I was just TOO tired to call in and sound chipper. You did SO well, my dear. SO proud of you! Caught some of it while in bed! Hugs! Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 5/13/2014 1:16:00 AM Awww thanks Eileen. I appreciate it so much. :) ~Laura