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Rae Dec 2016
strings were broken,
in the end


but
no one is dead as
long as
we suffer
we suffer so others can survive.
SabreLi Dec 2016
Infinity on end
The hourglass has fallen and time continues to pretend
With grains of sand spread far and wide
They cover hilltops and mountainsides
They paint the world an unearthly glow
But all that glitters is not gold

Yet here in our little bubble, ignorance is bliss
But just beneath the surface we know not what we miss

Cos while we think we live, we live only for the puppeteer
To cut the strings
Is to switch off the life support, rebel
To flip the switch
Is nothing but a one way ticket to Hell
Or so they’d have us believe

Edges on display
The shiny glass has broken, fragments scatter in disarray
With shards of glass spread far and wide
They cover oceans and countryside
They paint the world with unearthly snow
But all that glitters is not gold

Here they give us nothing, yet we honour and obey
So what have we got to lose, of what are we afraid?

Cos while we think we live, we live only for the puppeteer
To grow our wings
Is to remove the safety net in place
To cut the strings
Is nothing but an almighty fall from grace
Or so they’d have us believe

Eternity’s end
The hourglass has shattered and the puppeteer descends
With freedom now spread far and wide
The tainted earth is purified
The strings are burned to ashes and dust
Leaving all that glittered now to rust

Now we see the world in truth, no more ventriloquism
We see it all; the black and blue; why not embrace the crimson?

Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Another rebellion against the lowest level of the great 'above'.
When you place your hand on my heart
Music of love starts blooming in my body
I place my hand on yours not to depart
I feel the taste of beauty boldly to be free

Let my love understand the real language
Through which a passion travels just in us
This is how beauty and love to make bridge
To reach to the wonderful land of to buss

Heart strings when touched play love tune
Cold winter changes in to hot month of June
When jumps to my lap full moonlit moon
Then I suddenly feel all colors of monsoon

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Liam C Calhoun Nov 2016
Strings sing blunder when
I'd wished you were there a cold,
Cold night years prior.
Vamika Sinha Nov 2016
i cut all the strings

so why am i still
your marionette?
sparks - coldplay
Cheyenne Sep 2016
You don't want me.
How could you?
You don't need me.
Why would you?
But you won't leave me
Like you should.

I want you.
To quit your fun with me--
I need you.
To be done with me--
I can't leave you.
So you need to run--
Beleif Aug 2016
Part IV: Strings Through Face


How it works is far beyond me,
But what it holds my eyes can capture.
Twist the knobs and find the right keys,
Twist the knobs and my face is captured.

I have no face.
I cannot see but I still wonder.
My eyes are gone.
Where is the lightning?
As I hear the thunder.

This music box ate my face alive!
Stringing out my sight!
Where are you?

Tearing off my nares!
Who are you!

Sewing close my jaw!
Why are you...

My face is lost!
Father, my face is gone!
I need another...
This music box defiles my slumber!

Father!
Do you hear my calls?
My face is lost father, where did I go wrong?

The air around is dead,
I cannot let it in.
My voice outside cannot be said,
But I need an answer...
Part IV of Songs of Loss, book II of Unwinding Steely Strings.

He has no face, yet still he prays.
Alluring beauty ask for a sip to taste
Wonderfully graceful and so chaste
Let me take my hand around waist
Romantic moments please don't waste

Let me kiss you on your sweet cheeks
Let me take you to eternal love peaks
Please extend what my heart seeks
I can't save myself from beauty streaks  

You and me are talk of all the town
Then why not to wear love crown
Let us put just all our rivals down
With clear vision with hatred frown

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Beleif Aug 2016
Under the sun some time ago,
A violent, greedy form was shaking,
And was struck down, breaking,
By the Son of Heads he tried to pry apart.

But now he is living.
A light shows upon his wicked hooks.
Pointed at something glimmering behind the chorus of swords.

It brightly glares down, the lost appendages float around,
One strikes! Oh– what a sound!
If it just had a mouth it would scream for the world!
Its fingers bleed and are lost to their home,
Said home no longer bound to its segmented docks.
Bridges burning, joints are turning, liquids leaking,
The strings are singing, the clouds are cutting,
A God is laughing! A box is smashing!
"Pathetic fool! See where your arm is now?
Where is your body now? He can't help you,
The evil one that left him lost and helpless!
Powerless fool! You are nothing without him!
He is an engineer without a wrench,
And you a wrench without a *****!
Another choked by the strings of many songs... lost."

The shadow bleeds. He cannot see.
Without a mind he cannot think.
The sheep has tamed and came to shame...
My shadow... bound to his remains.

Have at it, thwart, the shadow.
Part II of Songs of Loss, book II of Unwinding Steely Strings.

Overcome with greed the shadow bleeds.
Viseract Aug 2016
You're trying to tug my strings
I never liked playing puppets
I hated every type of doll
What is that, whatever just burn it

Think you can master me?
Be my master mind?
Try mastering disaster
That molds itself as easily as plaster!

*Love me or hate me,
I really don't care
I never asked for either, whatever
Just make sure you don't mess up my hair
Supposed to be slightly humorous
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