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My hands are pulled up
and posture is standing.
Don’t know: how to stop,
the start, and the ending.
Attached to my strings
and strings... are to heaven -
invisible links
from “Always” to “Never”.
I’m hanging around,
but some lines are missing.
Those things: touching ground,
no blessing or bliss in.
No strings to the lips,
that I used for kissing;
and nothing that keeps
to tell You: “Don’t Listen!”.
Like rain losing drops,
Love cuts its connection…
and sound of chops
is more than perfection.
I’m following “right”,
but wireless minding
keeps pushing aside
whole process of sliding.
No matter how hard
the “pulls” are rejected -
events stick to chart
for "lines disconnected".
No dicing for rolls,
and breath in to spare…
Don’t lose our souls,
O Great Puppeteer!
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- by blooming_stuff |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/01/2008 |
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- Title: Puppet.
- Artist: blooming_stuff
- Description: a poem about a manipulated person - written a long time ago, never submitted.
- Date: 09/01/2008
- Tags: puppet manipulation sadness wires connection
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Comments (2 Comments)
- meizha - 03/30/2009
- that's a good poem.
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- TheDarkArtist - 01/11/2009
- nice
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