#marionette
Humans are confusing
they carry out secret cues,
unspoken lines
they expect me to follow;
Perfect facades.
One thing
I have never understood
as a child, nor now —
The constant veneer, I am expected,
expected repeatedly, to uphold.
Imperfections locked away,
performing happiness
like some kind of puppet, a doll
because that's what the people,
that's what society likes to see!
Make them laugh,
offer support,
automated replies
because that's what makes them smile.
I drown beneath this masquerade mask,
hung by my own marionette strings
and still I try to convince myself
that maybe
this time
they will notice?
The curtains are drawn
my limbs clatter to the ground
strings tangled
facade cracked.
Surrounded by the wilted petals
each a gift from my audience;
They love me, they love me not.
It doesn't really matter
I'll have to perform either way
or at least, that's what I tell myself
as I polish this mask once again.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 8:02 AM UTC
thorns penetrating my soft, innocent skin, vines suffocating me.
vines suffocating me
this harsh current fighting my every move
restricting my individuality.
i always find a way to let my words out through my puppets with strings,
yet, i cannot make these roses dance.
broken and withered away from this winter grip,
there is no life in these branches
no color, no emotion, no strings
for me to weave my way out with.
imprisoned, my art has no values.
i have no room for my puppets to perform.
my passion shortened and smooshed just like my legs that are forcibly intertwined with each other.
Get me out of this God **** bush.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:44 PM UTC
In the light of the moon, porcelain skin gleams,
Eyes beaded, features stitched, unmoving it seems.
Silent I stand, with no voice to share,
No heart to feel, in the puppeteer's lair.
Bright strings pull at my delicate limbs,
Twisting and turning, to my master's whims.
A captive of fate, a prisoner of will,
A soulless vessel, forever still.
In the symphony of shadows, I long to break free,
To find who I am, to find the real me.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
wires in my head
acid runs through my veins
my body moves by thread
thy got me
they got me
they got me
now i am like the rest of them
lonely marionette
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 6:15 AM UTC
Like marionettes,
dancing, swirling, jibing
moved by strings of their desires.
Their bodies set ablaze,
by the fiction of their hides.
Despairing to escape by any means,
keeping their mem'ries in the haze.
Aimlessly thrusting til' Tilda tires;
swinging, struggling, scathing,
like marionettes.
And when the zenith is reached,
comes a fleeting sense of victory.
Their point of contact comes to an end.
***** hollow, and soul still empty.
Like marionettes.
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 2:34 AM UTC
why are you there
and not by my side
sharing my bed
slide inside
my head
and make yourself at home
pick me apart
dissect, and use my tendons
your marionette man
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 11:11 PM UTC
You are just a marionette
In your masters deathgrip
Release yourself and make it
To the other side
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 2:35 PM UTC
My wardrobe's full of sparkly dresses
But I don't know anymore who to wear them for
My life's excess has sustained the press
I asked for more, became their darling *****
They gave me a glass cage and called it a home
Put me on a cross and called it a throne
Danced like a ballerina in hopes to please
The hungry abonnés should fulfill my wish
Spotlight on the stage replaced my sun
I'm a property of everyone
And I sometimes think I do regret
Selling myself as a marionette...
Ruffled hemline dresses, different shiny gowns
Nightly royal dance ball in different shiny towns
Smiling to impress and not to express
A damsel should not let them see her distress
They gave me a noose and called it a necklace
Told me to patch up my porcelain crevice
Broke my fingers to make it fit into the shoes
Stitched my lips into a smile, romanticized this abuse
Camera flashes replaced my stars--
A price to pay for a superstar
And I always think I do regret
Selling myself as a marionette...
Arms tied with hard strings
Lips sealed for the ventriloquist
And I do, I do, I do regret
Selling myself as a marionette.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
Blue sadness drips
from long tired eyes,
her star weeps alone
filling entire oceans
with the salt of life
lived not living, but
dangling from strings,
a marionette's fate.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
She sits in silence upon the bed
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Her gossamer chords, silvery and fair
float gently through the winter's evening air.
Slowly his music fills her hollow form
as she waits for him to strum her gossamer chords.
A dancing silhouette, bending to his will
spiraling, swirling, or capriciously still.
His fingers dance across those gossamer chords
as she silently floats across the floor.
Tirelessly she performs the night through
never once missing her cue.
As his haunting music begins to fade
and he slowly turns away.
She slumps back against the bed
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
ALesiach © 02/16/2015
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
You think you are free?
Free to stand on our own feet.
Dare to cut the ropes.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC
last night
i had a dream
so real-
i wish it was.
theres a burrow in there.
a nook.
a tunnel.
that wakes at its mention.
like a marionette
for its final dance.
i try to keep all the ****
i dont have figured out
in there.
theres a lock on it
but i kept the key too.
its somewhere on my chain
with the others.
the key might be
two gin cocktailes
and not eating for awhile.
i found a place that i left behind.
it still holds the things i look for.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
He is sad
As he is a bet
He is dead
Is all they bet.
All they want is a bet
Causing his life to be a duet
Between him and regret
All he knows, his life is a threat.
He knows, he is just an epithet
His tears making him wet
A brief vignette
They turn him into a marionette.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Once upon a time... not too long ago
You told me that you loved me and that you would go and help me grow
I was but a block of wood, you carved delicately
Creating me into a doll ever so elegantly
Painting precise intricate details eloquently
Doe eyes, rosy cheeks, sun-kissed lips; your compassion showed evidently
Sunrise after sundown, my love grew for you genuinely
Months had passed, and seasons followed
Blissful memories, euphoric moments, fleeting hours; borrowed
Left with a barren soul, bone dried driftwood, abandoned; hollowed
Your neglected Marionette, once glowed, now dull with dust
Loveless wooden puppet fading, metal joints rust
Instead of adoration reflected in painted eyes, it’s now mistrust
Yet still bound to you by more than just these strings and rings
I’m chained to you, but not by mere material things
I would have done anything with just a twist of your wrist because you used to adore me
Marionette and her Manipulator; a Stockholm Syndrome-like love story
A classic literary tale that’s lost all its profound romantic glory
A Puppeteer wrenching till I’m dangling upon severed wires
Strung along filthy pavements, dropped into grimy potholes; I’m tired
Blood sweat and tears, love became my biggest fear
When I needed and longed for you; you’d not appear
Every single emotion to the smallest detail; controlled
Each slight movement without exception foretold
A Ventriloquist voicing every word caught in my throat
Your time of day to me you once did devote
With roughened yet soft hands holding my body close
Crooked smile spreading upon lips as you gently tap my nose
Soothing fingers running through my hair; it was me you chose
Your passion drained out like the now dried bouquet of roses; romantic doses
An author of the finest of fictions; poems, and letters to me once composed
Now I hang in your hands upon limp worn out strings, ready to dispose
Time and actions have shown the truth behind your spoken words; exposed
And it blows air kisses of nothingness
And you know what I’m tired of this, Your High-Neglectfulness
What used to be a loving hand became a hateful rod
And you still think you’re some kind of god, but you’re just a facade
I’ve seen the way you caress those other dolls; infidelity not discreet
Honeyed words slip off those lips, drip; a game you cheat
All tricks and no treat, candy wrapped lies that tasted too sweet
Deliciously virulent deception rolling off that tongue of yours
Bending to your wires have given me enough torturous sores
How I wish I had been created with wings instead of decaying strings
And the strife it brings like squeaky swings that just keep squeaking, creaking
A forsaken Marionette who’s every move was to please you
Trapped in this dollhouse zoo, with no appreciation in view
So then I’ll sing, I’ve got no strings to hold me down
To force my smile and push me to the ground
I had strings, but I said no more
I cut these strings and stepped out the door
You’re no longer my master, nor my sky
I’ll fly without you and my oh my
More so than Pinnochio I cannot tell a lie
Even my wooden wings can fly
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Snapped marionette
clings to the ceiling, watching.
Ragdoll under man.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
I wonder if my life
And all of its things
Is held up by
A set of strings
It just seems to me
That every day
Someone else
Is deciding my ways
I wonder if
I am really me
Or if someone else
Decides who I'll be
And I wonder if
I'll lose this bet
And remain
A marionette
I wonder if
I should be this way
Or if it's better
To break away
What I wonder most
In all of these things
Who is the one
Pulling these strings
Is it someone close
Or a large crowd
That keeps me from saying
What I wish to aloud
And I wonder if
I'll lose this bet
And remain
A marionette
I wonder if
I should be this way
Or if it's better
To break away
If I break these strings
Will I crash as I fall
Or will I learn
To fly above it all
And I wonder if
I'll lose this bet
And remain
A marionette
I wonder if
I should be this way
Or if it's better
To break away
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
even when i am winged
i am benign,
i am beginning.
walking with my feet tied
so loosely to the concrete
by puppet strings;
made of words & cream
& other fragile things not
to be touched,
only to dream.
a marionette trembling
with grabby fingers pulling & drooling
oil onto my chest -
heavy, but it will leave me
slick not sticky,
ready for the finale.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
Sitting out on a bench
Thinking, maybe I should run and impale myself on that fence
In the garage at the beams I take a glance
Maybe I should tie a rope and do the marionette death dance
Swallow a bunch of pills
Or take a gun and cure my ills
I knew there was a price for love
Now watch me fall with that finale shove
Falling down that rabbit hole
Will I come back, I really don't know
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
The words I create, I rarely do comprehend,
The meanings behind them, the messages they do send,
I am not the poet or the god, I am just the messenger,
A marionette in the masterpiece theatre,
Am I the created or am I the creator?
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC