Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

The Dreams In His Eyes

I vanish in the whirr of dreams in your eyes,
The death masses swallowing me whole,
Masked in your elegant form,
A glistening conviction I cannot dare to obtain

Woe be the paths to your chiseled love,
For the principles of your life smother me,
Kill me…enchant me
As I feed upon the emptiness you have mastered

You groan as I hold on to that dream…
That dream flooding in his innocent eyes
You grip me, and tug me away, 
As I cry out for him, farther and farther gone…

And I realize then, 
That you have shown me,
The dreams in his eyes, 
Were not his own…
But were mine, reflecting back at me…

Irrational conviction!!!
Disgusting…
Pathetic…
Daunting…
Low.

I stare up at the black ceiling of reality
The mirrors cannot lie:
I am torn to shreds by your absolute love
And I cannot say goodbye

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Richard Lamoureux September 23, 2015 at 7:10 AM A disturbing yet very effective piece. Laura Breidenthal September 23, 2015 at 2:24 PM Thank you, Richard, for the comments! ~Laura

Constance La France September 22, 2015 at 11:04 AM Laura, a deep and beautifully penned poem, full of wondrous lines, well done 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, monster, I could never see myself romantically involved with a potato turtle man with bad slimmy skin.. no way Laura Breidenthal September 22, 2015 at 11:07 AM Hahaha! Yeah, doesn't sound too appealing does it. I enjoyed your entertaining poem, BW, and thank you for visiting this poem. Always, Laura

Cherl Dunn September 22, 2015 at 9:43 AM Dear Laura Whse at a thought provoking work you've presented here, Love how it makes the mind seek answers through the eyes of you the writer, and it also at the same time it makes you turn at look into the eyes of your life mate and those for whom you love in life great job, it makes the mind to wonder, cheri Laura Breidenthal September 22, 2015 at 10:44 AM Thank you Cheri! Sometimes the dreams we think are theirs, are merely ours in the end... or vice versa. The switch of conviction is a confusing, difficult stage. ~Laura

Charmaine Chircop September 22, 2015 at 6:35 AM Such a beauty this is, Sometimes we find ourselves whilst seeking what is in the mind and heart of those we love, We might get scared of what we find and run, or we might stay and see the light..Powerful post. Laura Breidenthal September 22, 2015 at 10:43 AM Thank you, Charmaine, for your thoughtful words...they uplift me this morning. ~Laura

Duke Beaufort September 21, 2015 at 7:32 PM My, my. The question of what is real and what is not. We peel away the onion or we zoom out and try to be as rational as possible in our analysis. But that is what a NASA unmanned satellite does, not we humans. There is chaos and alchemy inside each of us. Just more in some than others. So, I am trying to believe in much more self forgiveness of my crazy episodes. Laura Breidenthal September 21, 2015 at 11:45 PM Interesting viewpoint, as always my friend. I like where your mind goes! I can't tell you how happy I am to receive your wonderful comments. ~Laura

Stephen Kilmer September 21, 2015 at 3:53 PM This is beautiful. Well written and heart wrenching. I love the last verse. Your are so talented it makes makes me ache for your love. ~Kilmer~ Laura Breidenthal September 21, 2015 at 5:05 PM Wow, thanks Stephen. We can only fool ourselves for so long, until reality kicks in...you are very kind, and you too are talented with your raw works... ~Laura

Kp Nunez September 19, 2015 at 2:57 PM Had to read twice, Laura. I get the feel in this one, the pull you can't ignore. "I am torn to shreds by your absolute love And I cannot say goodbye". This love suffocates but the loved one is unable to breathe should she leave. You, my dear have mastered this kind while I can only dip my foot. 7 and hugs! Laura Breidenthal September 19, 2015 at 3:04 PM Thank you Kim. Yeah, this one's pretty intense to say the least. It's the fine line between being blinded by this sweltering love, or absolutely enlightened by it. Such relationships help us realize who we really are, what limits we have set up for ourselves, and why we choose to give our hearts, how we choose to give our hearts.. it means a lot that you came to visit again! I hope you can rest peaceably soon, and enjoy your weekend! ~Laura

Afolabi Muideen September 17, 2015 at 8:13 PM I love your beautiful Laura. How it flows, it was constructed beautiful...light and lively.......A.M. Laura Breidenthal September 18, 2015 at 5:59 PM Thanks for the love Afolabi! You are very kind..~Laura

Justin Bordner September 16, 2015 at 7:29 PM Never say goodbye to a love that tears you open to reveal the muscle of your heart, and the magic of your mind Laura. This awesome write reinforces this truth to me so freshly. "Woe be the paths to your chiseled love, for the principles of your life smother me, kill me, enchant me, as I feed upon the emptiness you have mastered..." grimly sexy, wisely wonderful is your heart's understanding Laura...J.A.B. Laura Breidenthal September 17, 2015 at 12:08 PM Hello dear Justin! Thank you so much for the uplifting praise. <3 ~Laura

Eileen Manassian September 16, 2015 at 3:34 PM Beautiful and full of heart, Laura. So well written....sad....but even in sadness there is beauty. I've been away for a while....I'm back now. Hugs Laura Breidenthal September 16, 2015 at 3:50 PM Hey, Eileen! I've missed you.. I hope you're doing well. I've been busy with school lately, but I will make the time to visit your page soon. Thanks for reading!~Laura

Eric Boddie September 16, 2015 at 3:03 PM once we give in to Love....irrational conviction is no longer disgusting thereof....a pathetic and daunting Life, we will no know....because only Love can heighten anything low....wow laura....;) Laura Breidenthal September 16, 2015 at 3:49 PM Thanks again, Eric! ~Laura