I am here all alone in this empty place

I want to go further, leave this place behind

This is not where I want to be

But something is keeping me here

I am attached to strings

Strings painfully attached at my back

Right where my wings should have been

Pulling me back down

Keeping me from flying

Giving me nothing but pain

As I cannot move without getting hurt

They will not let me escape the tragedy of this cruel world

I have nowhere to go, but here, I know, I cannot stay

Yet I cannot go

And this strings do not only tear my back apart

But also my heart

Rope of love
has connected
me to you
with the strings of
lonesome prairie
attached;
I love being linked
with you in such
a way that,
my whole body shivers
when I silently
pronounce your
name or
just think of you
with passion;
I just love being
a soul whose
name has been
etched on the
hearts of yours
since long!

I have no idea
How to shape this warped face
Leaking as the tears resurface
The confident eyes, the snapping lips
To reddened eyes and quivering lips.

I have lost all control
I have forgotten how to make a grip
Of all the strings of my puppet's role,
Scattered here and there,
Completely apart from from one another,
Completely biased on being pulled up and unfair
To balance my conscience of everything.

I am lost and afraid
Of loosing myself,
My faith, my everything which I don't have
But will someday
My strings are broken
And I lost my key
Which turned around in my back for me
To actually live my life.

Everything is lost
And all that's left is my soul
Which would break too soon
Which would make my disappearance whole.

Oh are you better
You think you stand so tall
A head so big and growing
And yet a heart so small.
The shaking of your fingers
And pulling of those strings
The sneering at your equals
And lying of said things.
You thought yourself higher
The entire way done through
Yet now you have gone on
And you're 6 feet under too.
                          tsk

No strings attatched
They loudly proclaim
As I feel a subtle tug.
This way, that way,
Upwards, down:
A guiding force
So small, so menacing.

No strings attached
They tenderly whisper
So close to my ear.
Do this, play that,
Lie here, forget:
My tiny concious
Easily crushed, easily displaced.

No strings attached
They persistently hiss
As I back away.
But why, what if,
How come, explain:
Life is a stage
So who is the puppeteer?

They were of the air
Floating, clinging to
The currents, in unison
Was their movement.

Slender upon the nothingness
That held them, they danced
Upon invisible strings dancing
To natures music of the wind.

Feathers played in the heavens
light upon nothing, but flying
Higher than the winds would
Play. They would caress the
Winds and wish to never be
Apart, to let this never end.

Their love wore out,
It couldn't last forever

Each set free,
But one I couldn't severe

The strings divine,
Entwined to my heart

Lovers remorse
Couldn't set me apart

This one was pure,
Perfectly imperfect

I'd strum the cords,
If only she'd feel it