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What happens

when you have come to the realisation that

the sweet strumming of the strings you thought he played

was not that of your heart,

but the calculated skill of a master puppeteer.
Danielle Mar 2018
Perhaps I shouldn't mock your previous sentiments,
But Lord Bitterness has requested it be so,
And I am but a jester on strings for my Lords & Ladies.

If I cut them with vorpal shears I might be free.
More likely I'll just collapsed, a pile of cut parts.
Better I sing and dance while tugging here and there.

I'll eventually pull them all deep inside me.
Toying with the idea of emotions ruling over people and how we struggle to keep them inside ourselves and keep them under control.
Demonatachick Mar 2018
I always try too hard to make everything I do look effortless, I am my own puppeteer, too scared to cut the strings incase I crumble to the floor heaped and pathetic.
Was in the mood for a puppet theme just some old work I've been playing with, thank you everyone who liked my work when I was inactive :)))
Holey Mar 2018
I don't know when I'm not home
This love I give, does not go
Where you are and here I stay
Nothing will make this love go away
I can't be alone, all by myself
This pain I have, you have not felt
As much as I pop, it does not stray
But my heart strings you pull have started to fray.
Another one, My saplings
our first kiss
was
it
an kiss
your breath
so sweet
on me
was
it
our first kiss
?












...
..
.
our
acord
aint
an
...
..
.
the puppet man
the puppet man

pulls on the prompting
strings
he makes good use of the
things
them dolls answering to his
rings
how well he handles the
strings

the puppet man
the puppet man

oh yeah he's got a tight
*****
influencing what the dolls do on his
pew
all of them dancing along in
review
ever he'll call with the strong
*****

the puppet man
the puppet man

manipulating the dolls every which
way
he has them co-opted by his
sway
coercive the show's tugging
display
so he'll obtain his own
way

the puppet man
the puppet man

a
stellar
hotshot
all
the
dolls
working
for
his
spot
Arcassin B Feb 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


I swear you're like every moment,
Riding in the country,
We can make another virtue,
This little mind of mine...

No strings,
You say,
They all,
Will fade,
Lets see,
How things would go.
Begin,
Nowhere,
To start,
Somewhere,
I know,
Everything you know.
We love,
We hate,
But when,
It all,
Comes down,
to it at the end.
You will,
I will,
Never,
Ever,
See,
Eachother again.

I swear you're like every moment,
Riding in the country,
We can make another virtue,
This little mind of mine...

I could be your best friend,
I could be your brother,
I could be your worst dream,
Or I could be your lover.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/02/every-moment.html
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
I have not much to say,
but of simple words

and play

on music strings
sounds do sing
of words I cannot say
sometimes, blank outs are the most fun when doing this. I did blank out when asked this entrance question (ha!) well, not much for starters, but it's a start I guess.
Oh my time fades away
In the evening
Tuning myself
To your tunes!
Oh a string of the ektara(a stringed musical instrument)
Cannot bear!
The melody
Of this song!
With you
Again and again
I have accepted
My defeat
In this playful game!
Oh tuning myself to your tunes
Oh this string of mine
Is tuned to a note so near
Oh that flute but plays far
Oh on the shores
Of the glorious acts
Of this melodious song
In reaching there to be lost
In you
Can everyone succeed?
Oh in the palace
Of the heart of hearts
Of this world
To weave a mesh
Of soulful raga-raginis(tunes)
Oh tuning myself to your tunes
Happily I do get lost
Oh my time fades away
In the glories
Of this evening!
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