Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

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Burns
Stuck in the throat
Choking burns
Searing from the inside out
Always returning
Always churning
Swallowing fire

Swords with no edge
Licking with damage
Blackening from the inside
A cancerous trap 
Always made alive
Built to take away the pain
The flame of fame

Burns
Something caused this fiery reign
A handsome, showy shield
With no protection
Just an empty mask reflection 

Leading to the grave
Croaking like a frog
Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog
Caught in a gulp
Inhalation is a war—
A war for more!

Breathe out
Keep swallowing
Panic
There shines the manic
In all its glory
Watch as it slowly
Burns

Words do nothing but feed the fire
The fame grows evermore
Opinions cry and never tire
Gesturing for more
Festering for more
Burning for more
Dying for more

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Poet Destroyer A January 14, 2014 at 12:45 PM ps... I hope you stop by my last poem..xoox.pd

Poet Destroyer A January 14, 2014 at 12:41 PM Laura, ------ ~ Did you really think I'd leave without stopping by to say Good-bye. Never, Muwahahahaha! Why the word alone sounds -forever and difficult. LOL, I love this place and the poets. A couple of soup friends and I are taking a short vacation. REMEMBER! The Best Thing About Leaving is the "RETURN." I will leave in good faith, in hopes you don't forget me, and you are looking forward in having me visit you and your poems in the future. HAHA, I will bring a new me when I return. "I Can't wait to see you again:) If you ever want me to read a certain poem or you wish to say hi... Drop by my E-Mail Address. [email protected] :) Sincerely yours ~Always & Forever~ The Sweet Poet Destroyer

Duke Beaufort July 21, 2013 at 9:12 AM If this is about fame, then I think you are onto something. Especially for the vapid ones. It's got to be like food for those who can never be full. The true look of ones soul would be interesting and your poem describes it as well as I have ever seen. You are remarkable.

Poet Tacito July 13, 2013 at 4:32 PM "Inhalation is a war", damn. What a powerful & dark piece! I'm all for this!!!

Anne-Lise Andresen July 13, 2013 at 2:09 PM .... Always searching .... for something .... or more ... a deep and very well written poem my dear friend Laura. - Proficient as always! - Have a beautiful weekend! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)