Carnivale

Carnivale

K.S. 2013

 

 

You stayed in bed with me for a week then looked at me without kissing me goodbye.

Why did you do and say those things?  Why did you say it wasn’t the end for you and I?

Never leaving a message while I self-destructed, fighting for days, silence for weeks and months.

Spending all that time convincing me, you built up the illusion I now try hard to destroy.

Wrap me in guilt lay me down in a coffin and seal the door shut, this is your reward.

Bury me in a lake of stars at night and your hat I’d like to keep a record too.

For I am the woman you sawed in half the one you saw as a circus act so give me this I ask.

Taking the painful memories I can still feel, pieces of you in my belly thumping to the beat in March.

You left me a voicemail after I met your family and told me it was over, had me hoping of forever.

They say your entire life flashes before you when you die, but not mine,

Your spotlight is  bright and it keeps me so blinded from my life that I chose death.

High and mighty I still see you standing there not getting enough air, you never cared.

Tall and gorgeous though flawed and tactless, your broken pieces need repaired.

Now there are no flowers laying near and you don’t come see me anymore.

 

Confining me to this tiny box, your unoccupied vacancy is your karma I swear.

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Reviews

[Zero_Edge88]

"They say the show goes on, ringmaster present or not we are left with but an audience of one. Transitions of independence, written in our heart and our soul an act that is performed a thousand times, a legacy never forgotten because all we do is struck awe and even fear at the eye of our performances.

This is the show of enticements and inceptions. Deeper they go, the more the eye forgets its existence as the heart is wrapped in seclusion. Exclude it with the mind but exude it in angles of insatiable delicacy. Conspire it with accidents and incidence but shroud it in miracle that it is but a mere coincidence in the eye of our act. This is first act.

A show of swords and flames. Brilliance and keenness with a hint of finesse in the eye of the reinvented soul. This is a sundered tragedy turned to comedy as we do not strike awe and fear rather of suspense and predictability. Where the body accepts pain in its metaphysical plane it writhes not of pain but in glorified applause. This is the second act.

Of what death defying enthusiasts and adrenaline rushed follies do we act upon so graciously in the hand of our own. We are but the enduring acts of our own. Closing in heights, reveling in the birth of our new stunt and ushering in the heart of our silence. This is the act of our heart after all. Everlasting in creation and left in the eye of the impressionist for a lifetime. The final act.

However, our heart and our soul is but of an act itself. Going through the motions, shook in different notions and conceived through all conceptions of misconceptions we are the audience of one in the sadness we all have presented. A sad independence but even then we must roll our tents, close shop and move onto the next act because one day we will be recognized as the greatest showcase this planet will ever see."

Wrapped in guilt, shrouded by shame and concealed in hate this is what it has come down to. It's melancholic and crowned in a thorny detachment. A sad act but we must move forward so that we may show that we are not alone and we will perform our acts not in a crowded room but in an audience where our heart truly belongs.

[K.S.78]

You are a genius lol and pretty much spot on yet again :/ fml...lol ;)

[twain]

O this is great, very creative and original. I love the part with wrapping in guilt and laying me in a coffin. Near the end should that say "broken pieces needed repair"? But aside from that this is just a masterpiece.

[I Am Svetlana]

Wow, this was beautiful and I could relate perfectly! Seeing as I dated a guy for 2 weeks, was with him most of each day and every night. Then just ignored my every text and call, never said goodbye or sorry. Just left without saying a word, acting like I never existed or meant anything to him. He broke up with me and acted like I was invisible if ever he was around me or anything. I never got an explaination as to why he broke up with me, that was the worst part nearly. I cried every night for a couple weeks and couldn't even go to him to just simply talk or say hi to him. Glad I could relate so well to this :) bless you for this write!

[Traci]

This piece portrays such raw emotion with imagery that clearly comes from the heart and soul. Honestly probably one of your best, and my favorite. For me this was very relatable, as many lines struck a cord, leaving me pondering my own life, and past with someone who turned my world upside down. I guess that's why I can relate to your writing, knowing that dark place you are in. Much love to you always K, may you find peace and comfort, and that emotional release through your writing.

[K.S.78]

Awe, thank you but it makes me sad anyone has to know how badly it can hurt too, Much love to you too!