I became your puppet.
With strings threaded through my tutu,
When you said foutte, I did a foutte,
with your hands making me prance horrifically,
pullling me along, skimming your glaciers
You burnt my heart out.
Poured flames mixed with acid into glass,
placed it my hands, pulled the strings
bringing the glass to my lips
commanding me to drink.
You shattered me.
Painted me in glass,
moved my hands through,
slashing them, blood falling to the foor silently
while the glass tinkled.
Titled downwards you had me pick them up,
laughing as I pricked my fingers
You opened doors in my mind that I closed.
Turned the lock,
found the books of memories,
flipped through the pages,
ripped out the good ones,
blowing them away with your foul breath.
You want my soul.
But sweetie, that you simply can't have.
You've done enough damage,
so I'll take the needles, slash the strings,
one by one, with you hissing in my ear to come back,
I'll crumple to the floor, which won't matter
because I'll be free.
Author notes
Many thanks to my sissy Kaela, for helping me with this.
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You opened doors in my mind that I closed.
Turned the lock,
found the books of memories,
flipped through the pages,
ripped out the good ones,
blowing them away with your foul breath.
my fav part ^^^
I love the way you made a statement for each stanza, and then defined it. it makes the poem very powerful.
this. is. amazing.
FINALIST! -
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Thank you so much
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I love how you ended this. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Woah...0.o
Beautiful poem!
I loved it!!!
It left me absolutely speechless!
it's brrrilliant!
Your Shell Sister,
Annie
ilywamh
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i love this.. the imagery is amazing.
"You shattered me.
Painted me in glass,
moved my hands through,
slashing them, blood falling to the foor silently
while the glass tinkled.
Titled downwards you had me pick them up,
laughing as I pricked my fingers"
this is the best part. astounding.
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But you woll rise again
getting control is the first thing and then turning the direction to good. The last step is the hardest and you are on that one. It's continuing to live by the golden rules! Good luck, you know I'm here if you need me. Good luck in the new year! The Shaker
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Wow
This is such a heavy write here you've penned and I can relate to it so much. All the best in the contest, Michele
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