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Kenji King Jan 2020
Control, wrap you around my little finger.
Have you doing things that are of immoral and uncanny nature.
Have you running around in circles.
Questioning my next move.
Jealousy makes you ugly, but jealous because you cannot have me, I must be flattered.
The devil in disguise, Sukkubus is her name.
Dance with me in sin and ravish my deep desires.
I control you, I have dominance over you.
My little peasant trying so hard to please me.
How cute.
Ego is filling up.
Feelin myself a bit too much.
But these sinful feelings make me happy, because I love being in control.
I love how you say nasty things about me because you cannot have me.
I smirk in devilish charm.
My magnitude pulls you in.
Magnetism.
Power.
The only thing that keeps me sane.
The master of puppets is at it again.
Dani Jan 2020
Give me a pair of scissors
Something sharp
Let it cut deep into my skin
Making my heart bleed
The strings are a tangled mess
Everything is ruined
The puppet master holds me up
But I cannot move freely
I am bound to old strings
Worn strings
I want to cut myself free
If I do...
Would there be anything left for me?
I feel the blade in my hand
The match in the other
Am I burning bridges?
Or trying to make a garden bloom?
Give me a pair of scissors
What I cut away will allow me to grow
What I cut away will allow me to move
What I cut away will allow me freedom
Alexa Jan 2020
I met you when I was broken
I thought you could fix me
and pick up the pieces.

With you I went in hard
and at full speed.

I was so blind,too
blind to see what was
happening. It felt like I was
driving with my eyes closed
and crashed.

I thought you
were good for me, but really
you were a band aid covering
my wounds, at least for the
time being.

I never thought
you would be the one to make
my scars deeper. You got distant
I became too clingy. You constantly
put me down and controlled who
I was allowed to see.

Constant nights
filled with screaming and ending
with my eyes feeling waterfalls.


Your words felt like venom, poisoning
my mind.  I was just a puppet and you
were the master.
Who knew pretty boys could be so ugly.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
unmitigated lies exhumed - undocumented truth entombed
1/4/2019 - Poetry form: Monoku - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
CautiousRain Oct 2019
These puppet string are held by me,
I’d say I’ve lost my grip,
this autopilot hand-fidget has really gone to ****.

I don’t feel the same anymore,
nothing bubbles in my chest,
but who’s to say I cannot feel
if its only feeling is in my head?

Hello, how are you?
I’m doing simple math,
The strings aren’t taut and funny how
every movement is an act.

The doll’s alive, and she does dance
but watch at your discretion,
because if you knew her once before
she isn’t the same person.
apparently last time I tried posting this it glitched out somehow
oof, no more posting on the phone, eh?
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