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I’m a kite
Attached to a string
Moments of freedom
Reveling in the feeling of the wind
Until a tug
And a pull
Keeps you in place
Reminds me
I’m not truly free

Someone won’t you set me free?
Someone won’t you help me?
Loosen the string
Loosen your hold
So I can fly free
Away from here
Away from the string holding me here

Let me be an untethered kite
I could fly free
Explore the world
Bring joy
With my flashy colors
My vibrant patterns

Instead I am under the control
Of those who keep me
Who decide when I have a few minutes
Riding on the freedom of the wind

I wish I had arms
To reach down
With a pair
Of gleaming scissors
To cut my tether

I wish I had a voice
To tell them what I want
What I think
Because they won’t listen
Won’t pay attention
To my relentless fight
To my constant struggle
Against the confines of my rope

Won’t someone set me free?
Can’t somebody help me?
To become an untethered kite?
K Balachandran Feb 2016
Her lubricious bikini has full of criss- crossing fancy strings,
the central idea indeed, seems to be not concealing any skin.
when you pull at any one,
the whole becomes undone,
can you blame if the focus of the action shifts to other things?
Dhaye Margaux Feb 2016
I thought the storm was over
And the sun now shines on me
Why the sky is dark again?
Still, I am not free

I beg You, I pray
Why I have this kind of heart?
It is easy to be broken
My life was torn apart

This pain, these tears
Won't they  just stay away?
I did my best to be humane
Do I deserve to be this way?

Another rainy days here
So heavy downpour I see
Not the rain that I've learned to love
I don't know how it came to me

I am so tired, I am so weak
I don't know if I can stand still
The last string of hope in me
Has weakened and took my will

My God, help me to understand
I still don't know how and why
My life, my heart's now broken
Oh, rainy days, this is my cry!
Getting dark again...

Musing on sadness.
E Townsend Jan 2016
14w
i believe in permanent strings
rather than stitches that come undone in a week.
about relationships
Callie Greene Jan 2016
Each loving word builds a string
But how thin and brittle is the thing!

You see my loosing my grip
so you grasp me by my hip.

"I love you," he said.
Between the lines, I read.

Attention he craved,
Attention I gave.

Love doesn't mean thing
When you have to hold on by a string.
Sierra Earle Nov 2015
These words, they conglomerate
on the page
loosely tied together
by the date
the sharpest needle
and
the finest thread
could not stitch them together
I have tried
many times
I have stabbed myself
many times
but
scraps of sting
unused words lay
loosely distorting an unforeseen design
but
if you squint
posses an open mind
then the words will seem to tighten
Could someone tell me how poetry slams work? How long are the poems supposed to be? What type of poetry is read at those types of events?
Amenisia Lopez Aug 2015
Only dolls bound by string*
and string bound to a puppeteer
**lets break free
T E Pyrus Aug 2015
countdown to the
nearest thirteen;
life on the red
satin ribbons seem
like fairy-tales in disguise;
dress you in laces and frills
like a string puppet;
the monster under my bed
will bring you down
with my consent;
here's a world
where skin is thicker
than leather when
you hold the blade;
'tis all the same for me;
rush of cold metal
on your skin
rush of cold metal,
blood on your lips;
live and let live
but **** or be killed;
here's a hypocritical
world of love;
psychedelic bewilderment
and what kills you
makes me stronger;
i'll fill my pockets
with your memories,
your darkest reflections
are but a confused
midnight kitten;
hold still, my sprightly love
while i paint you
onto my soul;
blood on canvas.
Poetic T Jul 2015
Entwined, sewn was life's moments I tripped
At awkward times never knowing that it was
Strings fate pulling me another way.

Can I pull this twine, knit upon its silks, and
Stitch a heart that I could hold close to me, but
A tread always lose an emotion coming undone.

I followed my thread through life's turns never
Did I let go, my string I found finished where I
Never wished, upon a stone it was meet.

A love I missed upon fates twists, still we are
Connected, a love displaced but love is eternal
And in the next life upon string we will meet.
a spool of heart's thread
pulled taut just for you
tie a knot and watch it break
© 2015  J.J.W. Coyle
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