harshithaa - Hello Poetry

I am a puppet, Here are my strings. This one's for my mouth, And this one's for my wings. You can make me fly, Fly, O so high, in the sky, Till I die. You are in control, Just the way you like it I'm sure. Making me do tricks, Getting all of your sick kicks. You stand above me, With your fidgeting fingers. Making me dance around, To your favorite singers. Make me jump, Make me fly, Make me happy, Make me cry, Make me crazy, Make me high, Control where I look, With my eyes. I do your biding, Like it or not. I'm addicted to your control, Like some are to *** I feel like, It'll be this way till I die. Yet you drop some scissors, What are you trying to imply? But now I found the scissors, And you know what I'm going to do? Snip, Snip, Cut, Cut, And, TADA. I'M FREE FROM YOU. Although, I didn't really think this through... Because before I knew, It I fell to the floor. Like an overdosed, Ritalin ***** Lifelessly alone laying, On the ground. The only thing I hear, Is your fake laughing sound. So there I lay limb over limb, Not knowing where to go. Then to my dismay, You mange to cause me even more woe. For beside me, A new puppet takes my place. And your once gentle hand, Comes down on me, and I am erased. Now I think, I miss your strings. And all of your, Cute little things. I might have been a puppet, But I loved my master. Until she got bored, And caused this disaster. I loved a disaster, Which was my master. But what should I know? I am just a puppet.

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harshithaa

May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

Wuji

Puppet

I am a puppet, Here are my strings. This one's for my mouth, And this one's for my wings. You can make me fly, Fly, O so high, in the sky, Till I die. You are in control, Just the way you like it I'm sure. Making me do tricks, Getting all of your sick kicks. You stand above me, With your fidgeting fingers. Making me dance around, To your favorite singers. Make me jump, Make me fly, Make me happy, Make me cry, Make me crazy, Make me high, Control where I look, With my eyes. I do your biding, Like it or not. I'm addicted to your control, Like some are to *** I feel like, It'll be this way till I die. Yet you drop some scissors, What are you trying to imply? But now I found the scissors, And you know what I'm going to do? Snip, Snip, Cut, Cut, And, TADA. I'M FREE FROM YOU. Although, I didn't really think this through... Because before I knew, It I fell to the floor. Like an overdosed, Ritalin ***** Lifelessly alone laying, On the ground. The only thing I hear, Is your fake laughing sound. So there I lay limb over limb, Not knowing where to go. Then to my dismay, You mange to cause me even more woe. For beside me, A new puppet takes my place. And your once gentle hand, Comes down on me, and I am erased. Now I think, I miss your strings. And all of your, Cute little things. I might have been a puppet, But I loved my master. Until she got bored, And caused this disaster. I loved a disaster, Which was my master. But what should I know? I am just a puppet.

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Fate, the absolute tyrant - Brings me to my desk, And I sit down to vent This infernal night, As prose or verse, Or utter hogwash - My wasted emotions - Which some termed rhapsodic. I promised myself not to cry - As the day would dawn, And I'd wheel down the aisle. Making myself fall prey - To another trade Of cash and silver and solid gold, A car and bungalow and so much more - Of which in detail, I wasn't told. Though I was called a beauty Who could leave people dazed, With two curvy dimples, That lit my pretty face. People never touched me And would look at me with shame Tell me I looked fragile Once they knew I was lame. I grew within four walls - Comfy cushions and space And it wasn't my legs, feeble That restricted my pace. It was love from parents Siblings' scorn and care That kept me from the wisely world To go outdoors, I never dared. I grew up crawling on my limbs And seeing people walk I never wished for them to stop - Only prayed that they wouldn't talk! For it was not their legs, I longed for I reveled for what I was! I only hoped they applied thought Before pitying, how crippled I am! I grew up watching the world go by Each day and night would fly Fantasizing with what I had been blessed - My free and 'abled' mind! I dream of a world - filled with trust And friends who would 'walk' with me Who would talk to me for who I was And not offer sympathy! I wished for love, And found mine, divine In a fairy tale - Ironic indeed! I sang love songs, Wrote mushy poems Painted wild dreams - All to him, which would eventually lead. You must have known this little boy - Though a flaw, he did make history. "Pinocchio", he was fondly called And was known as a puppet with zeal! It was not his quest for love that struck Nor his zest to live For it was his gait with wooden legs, In which I could identify me! But my dreams were thwarted When to a man, I was entrusted - (Or rather, on me thrusted) One - with no love, but legs instead. Along with blessings For him to take along Ample gifts were bestowed - To keep us betrothed! And now I await To be proclaimed his wife In the presence of a world Which always kept me deprived. It will be dawn And I will soon be gone - Yet I will yearn For my Pinocchio to return!

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harshithaa

May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC

geetha-raj

Pinocchio

Fate, the absolute tyrant - Brings me to my desk, And I sit down to vent This infernal night, As prose or verse, Or utter hogwash - My wasted emotions - Which some termed rhapsodic. I promised myself not to cry - As the day would dawn, And I'd wheel down the aisle. Making myself fall prey - To another trade Of cash and silver and solid gold, A car and bungalow and so much more - Of which in detail, I wasn't told. Though I was called a beauty Who could leave people dazed, With two curvy dimples, That lit my pretty face. People never touched me And would look at me with shame Tell me I looked fragile Once they knew I was lame. I grew within four walls - Comfy cushions and space And it wasn't my legs, feeble That restricted my pace. It was love from parents Siblings' scorn and care That kept me from the wisely world To go outdoors, I never dared. I grew up crawling on my limbs And seeing people walk I never wished for them to stop - Only prayed that they wouldn't talk! For it was not their legs, I longed for I reveled for what I was! I only hoped they applied thought Before pitying, how crippled I am! I grew up watching the world go by Each day and night would fly Fantasizing with what I had been blessed - My free and 'abled' mind! I dream of a world - filled with trust And friends who would 'walk' with me Who would talk to me for who I was And not offer sympathy! I wished for love, And found mine, divine In a fairy tale - Ironic indeed! I sang love songs, Wrote mushy poems Painted wild dreams - All to him, which would eventually lead. You must have known this little boy - Though a flaw, he did make history. "Pinocchio", he was fondly called And was known as a puppet with zeal! It was not his quest for love that struck Nor his zest to live For it was his gait with wooden legs, In which I could identify me! But my dreams were thwarted When to a man, I was entrusted - (Or rather, on me thrusted) One - with no love, but legs instead. Along with blessings For him to take along Ample gifts were bestowed - To keep us betrothed! And now I await To be proclaimed his wife In the presence of a world Which always kept me deprived. It will be dawn And I will soon be gone - Yet I will yearn For my Pinocchio to return!

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I build it up and hold a fire and burn all night long I acquiesce with grace, to your desire and dance to a tuneless song I drench this frail body in tears and melt my flesh for you I strip myself of all my fears and do as you ask me to I hiss and gently watch your eyes as you are bending over me I don't attempt to hush my sighs and tease you as you tease me I lie awake and keep you warm when you decide to sleep I faint and fade in my calm my strength isn't to keep I stay by you when morning dawns and refuse to let go I just am one among your pawns which you eventually throw....

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC

harshithaa

a cute candle

I build it up and hold a fire and burn all night long I acquiesce with grace, to your desire and dance to a tuneless song I drench this frail body in tears and melt my flesh for you I strip myself of all my fears and do as you ask me to I hiss and gently watch your eyes as you are bending over me I don't attempt to hush my sighs and tease you as you tease me I lie awake and keep you warm when you decide to sleep I faint and fade in my calm my strength isn't to keep I stay by you when morning dawns and refuse to let go I just am one among your pawns which you eventually throw....

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