puppet
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Puppet I am
Puppet I'll be
Puppet the name
That wholly is me
You can't see my strings
You can't see my scars
All you see is my smile
On a jumble of parts
Puppet I am
Puppet I'll be
Puppet the name
That wholly is me
You can't see my strings
You can't see my scars
All you see is my smile
On a jumble of parts
There's barbed wire wrapped,
Around my soul.
Like puppet strings,
That others pull.
I march to the beat,
Of my family's drum.
And fear for my sanity,
Which I know is gone.
A few decades ago, there existed Die Wunderbare Republik,
Everyone lived peacefully and no problems came about,
Everything was perfect, symmetrical, and organized.
Let's turn the page
I have a story to tell
About being on stage
And how I fell
I'm attached to strings
Yet I want to be free
Everyone else sings
While I wish to be me
“It’s okay.”
I can still feel it.
The way your lips touched mine.
Without meaning.
Without feelings.
I missed them.
George W. Bush
Served in the National Guard on his tush.
Chosen Presidential puppet by Chaney
Because he was not so brainy.
To worship you, God
I live to worship you
In spirit and in truth
I live to lift you high
In love and adoration
I live to love you fully
Convinced of your love for me
Eternally encompassed
These times are clouded by impenetrable facades;
Captivated by the immaculate charades.
Foreseen by those that are watching in awe,
As they stand only to be cursed and decay.
One of my old poems:
Sometimes I feel like a puppet,
Pulled along in another's hands
Obeying the orders to do this or do that
My every rebellion already orchestrated
I feel them
The threads that bind me
Like a marionette
A fancy puppet
Shiny hair
Porcelain skin
Glassy eyes
Shakey limbs
The strings
They pull me
You hooked her heart up to strings
Told her you'd give everything
You'd cover her scars with a ring
Your little puppet gave everything
You pushed and pulled on the ropes
She bent and bent 'til she broke
Screw you!
Your superiority,
Your self-righteousness,
Your personality.
Screw you!
Your attitude,
Your martyrism,
Your hate.
I'm done trying.
To please,
To serve,
Steel ropes attached to my limbs
And twisted all ‘round me
forced stagnant
and Incommunicado by your hand
Howl
His orders I cannot defy
His existence I cannot not deny
His presence alone
I’m permitted to call home
What is this?Greedy beasts feeding on your suffering.Stuffing their faces with ... ah the money you gave them. The money which was supposed to help you. Instead it became a feast for the monsters.
Strings descend from open arms
Encompassing my swelled wrists
Love dwells like captivating charms
But underneath, the string twists
Life is like one big TV series.
Characters come and go.
Some become stars.
Some become the supporting cast.
They say there are no small parts right?
Someone else always writes the script
I walk down the sidewalk, the trailway, the road.
My feet move beneath me with no thought of where they are going.
Desperately wanting for guidance but hating the strings attached,
I wander aimless, unmoving.
Do not promise what you will fail to deliver
Beautiful
Hopes are crystallized shards of glass
Fragile
But when they break, a maiden will cry a river
Promise
Each vow: special; varies in size and shape
