I see your strings—
Fine threads sewn into your back
Controlling your thoughts and everything
And I just watch
They move you left and right
This way and that way,
Directing your window of sight;
Keeping corruption at bay
Some say your curtain will rise
Others believe it’ll fall;
Harming your eyes—
Locking you behind iron bars.
Your threads glimmer in the shadows
As your eyes call out to me
And in the hollow of your bellows
I hear conformity.
In the death of the musical score
The audience applauses;
Beckoning for more,
You dance along without a pause
Those threads are the bars of your prison cage—
The iron bars of monotony—
And you’ll act upon the stage;
As a face without identity
Your threads glimmer in the shadows
As your eyes call out to me
And in the hollow of your bellows
I hear conformity
Author notes
Mneh...just an Idea.
Written July 15th, 2005
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Thank you. I appreciate it.
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wow i love this a lot a lot. verrrrrry awesome poem. keep up the awesome work!
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Love it very deep and makes you think great write Jasmine -
Thanks, dear.
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Well, I wrote it with someone else in mind at the time, but now that you put it that way, it fits with almost any one. Thanks for your comment.
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not bad sweety not bad at all.
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I like it. A lot of teenagers/people are like this in their little "social groups" only acting a certain way because that's how they have to act to be in a certain group. Great write.
Always and Forever,
~Kendal
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