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The Puppet.....
Contributed by
Brandyx7
on
Monday, 25th April 2005 @ 08:46:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Catatonic in her refuge
Sunk lower by the masses
Tweaked upon the repair
Of her life that passes
Led by a friable string
Or by the hands of a girl
Naive and so struggling
In the eyes of the world
Glitter best poisoned
Decapitated, then sewn
Spasmodic in definition
Her purpose yet unknown
Dragged along in company
Street scarred and worn
Eyes bleeding of pollution
Her hair and dress torn
Yet pitiable she is not
Though drowned by sorrow
Surely not irrevocable
Of the hope of tomorrow
A girl drops her in dirt
Her life yet on rewind
Her destiny fulfilled
Of being left far behind
Cut down from her string
Dropped from the small hand
Of perhaps the only one
Who could rightly understand
Old, bruised, and dying
Saturated in the bane
Of the street, the Hell
Exposed to the insane
And yet a flicker of truth
Of a cleansing light
And her soul is reclaimed
In a single night
A lashing of the cycle
Of a doll who, too, will await
For she had a new breath
Of an old and infinite fate
Copyright ©
Brandyx7
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2005-04-25 08:46:37]
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Re: The Puppet.....
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by pUnKa_RaCh on
Monday, 25th April 2005 @ 09:39:22 AM AEST
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wow...awsum poem! really great
i feel like a puppet sometimes...
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Re: The Puppet.....
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by Vampirequeen on
Monday, 25th April 2005 @ 10:26:06 AM AEST
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Sometimes we all feel like were puppets.
an awsome write. |
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