alex-kapecki - Hello Poetry

People suspended like puppets from the medicine Everyone can feel their strings Willed by the hands of a creator Or guarded by spirits from centuries of worship Look where we dance Look at how we smile for a shared guess Wonder how you sleep? Make yourself an offer for your children You can't give up the poison Your neighbor has a fetish How many strings hold you up?

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Apr 5, 2017

Apr 5, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC

alex-kapecki

Puppets

People suspended like puppets from the medicine Everyone can feel their strings Willed by the hands of a creator Or guarded by spirits from centuries of worship Look where we dance Look at how we smile for a shared guess Wonder how you sleep? Make yourself an offer for your children You can't give up the poison Your neighbor has a fetish How many strings hold you up?

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It's impossible to be stranded at sea without loathing your brothers and sisters of the blood I can tell you all things you already know about silence It's impossible to experience silence even when stranded at sea You'll always have screams in your mind to break the silence Wether you hear them or not Troubled centering of youth Both a flesh and a shell Leveling your every passion to a sheet of comfort Suddenly one day you wake up feeling alone You can't explain yourself You can't find sanctuary in anything but your own squirming mind Stranded at sea you have the moments of euphoric isolation then crippling delusional silence Some noises sound silent but are in fact louder than anything else Stranded at sea you have no option for asylum or temptation for youth Your troubles are not what swims underneath your thin raft Your troubles float in an invisible orb in your void of contentment All impartial to the self taught interaction of various possibilities Challenge the possibilities and you'll never rest again I'm so tired of floating on my safety But the mysteries beneath beckon like a dead prisoner Stranded at sea I close my eyes in the baking sun and observe every atom that makes up my sight Efforts are futile but respected by the jury of neurons and nerves Stranded at sea my skin slowly burns off my bones My skull shrinks and my stomach digests any and all hope remaining Stranded at sea I will die But at least I'll die stranded

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Apr 5, 2017

Apr 5, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC

alex-kapecki

Stranded At Sea

It's impossible to be stranded at sea without loathing your brothers and sisters of the blood I can tell you all things you already know about silence It's impossible to experience silence even when stranded at sea You'll always have screams in your mind to break the silence Wether you hear them or not Troubled centering of youth Both a flesh and a shell Leveling your every passion to a sheet of comfort Suddenly one day you wake up feeling alone You can't explain yourself You can't find sanctuary in anything but your own squirming mind Stranded at sea you have the moments of euphoric isolation then crippling delusional silence Some noises sound silent but are in fact louder than anything else Stranded at sea you have no option for asylum or temptation for youth Your troubles are not what swims underneath your thin raft Your troubles float in an invisible orb in your void of contentment All impartial to the self taught interaction of various possibilities Challenge the possibilities and you'll never rest again I'm so tired of floating on my safety But the mysteries beneath beckon like a dead prisoner Stranded at sea I close my eyes in the baking sun and observe every atom that makes up my sight Efforts are futile but respected by the jury of neurons and nerves Stranded at sea my skin slowly burns off my bones My skull shrinks and my stomach digests any and all hope remaining Stranded at sea I will die But at least I'll die stranded

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The empire of strings The garden of war-bugs The misshapen things Sight of the unfortunate Believing for fear for courage The bird of death potency sings For the empire of strings

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Apr 5, 2017

Apr 5, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC

alex-kapecki

The Empire Of Strings

The empire of strings The garden of war-bugs The misshapen things Sight of the unfortunate Believing for fear for courage The bird of death potency sings For the empire of strings

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