Falling. It's an odd sensation.
What's worse, is landing.
Crashing harshly onto the ground,
or better, water. Then starts the second struggle.
Trying not to drown.
When you thought you couldn't get lower,
you find that there are icy depths too.
The strings that held me up, my friends,
my family, my lover, my sanity.
All have started to fray and break
and I am left weak and unstable.
My limbs start to fall and finally,
my legs, wooden and hollow
buckle beneath and I fall,
no more strings to hang onto
no more threads to keep me up.
I was always going to fall,
When the child lost interest
in it's little puppet toy.
But they didn't know, and still don't...
That I am only a Marionette.
And with out an audience,
and with out a master to pull my strings,
I am nothing.
And my little wooden heart
is starting to splinter.
As my feet stop tapping on the ground,
losing everything, my life, my sanity.
They're making me into something
I do not want to be. I'm happy
as a Marionette... why would I want to be human?
They're carving into me, not knowing
the REAL damage being done.
So, When the final string breaks,
I'll fall into those Icy depths,
splintered heart and misshapen limbs,
Flapping and flailing as I start to sink.
Love me no more, for I am slowly sinking,
and I will drag you with me, with these broken strings.
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I like it. Thats all I have the emotional energy to say right now.
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Sup chickkie?
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What isn't up would be a better question
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That was amazing. I love the way you discribed your life and the pain you were feeling. The first seven lines were my favorite lines. Great poem, I loved it.
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n_n glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment
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tht was beautiful
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Thanks for the comment
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Different approach to the 'angsty' poem
Better than most 'angsty' poems, less clichés, if any at all actually! good stuff
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heh, i try to avoid Angsty cliche's. seriously. I'm glad you liked it n_n
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