"marrionette" poems - Hello Poetry

His heart was kept in a babooshka-doll that released memory smells with every layer that eroded. The wooden fences faded to damp brick in the corner of his head reserved for the harmonica that played through the microphone in his neck till the sound got lodged in his maudlin march that had him running like he was angry at the road. His Echostep vibrating in the kremlin skin and marrionette heart strings that kept him.... him. Despite broken wings he made the air around him dance with the resonance of each broken crystal ball shard used to predict the past. Each chime raised a mountain, folding back on itself hoping the hallucination would end, till tired hands batted away golden hawks. With rocks for claws. It was all the fights with the wind that had the clouds leaving the moon's Picaso skies, and sailing towards him on warships of rain and frozen effigies. They arrived, astronauts from outer space burning from the lips outwards revealing grey intent and red mists. He fought back with false start epiphanies and the falsetto prophecies that stung the air with pitch raining down. Leaving bare branches where once green hands applauded everything but empty air, like listless typewriters furiously trying to find their voices. Feirce winds and fake faces left blinking with closed eyes in the vastness of battlefield. Turning stomaches and blank canvas whirlpools, storms of anti-peace scarring the last conquests of the flightless ape lizard, and all his gorilla warfare.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC

sven-stears

Attack of the Flightless Ape-lizard

His heart was kept in a babooshka-doll that released memory smells with every layer that eroded. The wooden fences faded to damp brick in the corner of his head reserved for the harmonica that played through the microphone in his neck till the sound got lodged in his maudlin march that had him running like he was angry at the road. His Echostep vibrating in the kremlin skin and marrionette heart strings that kept him.... him. Despite broken wings he made the air around him dance with the resonance of each broken crystal ball shard used to predict the past. Each chime raised a mountain, folding back on itself hoping the hallucination would end, till tired hands batted away golden hawks. With rocks for claws. It was all the fights with the wind that had the clouds leaving the moon's Picaso skies, and sailing towards him on warships of rain and frozen effigies. They arrived, astronauts from outer space burning from the lips outwards revealing grey intent and red mists. He fought back with false start epiphanies and the falsetto prophecies that stung the air with pitch raining down. Leaving bare branches where once green hands applauded everything but empty air, like listless typewriters furiously trying to find their voices. Feirce winds and fake faces left blinking with closed eyes in the vastness of battlefield. Turning stomaches and blank canvas whirlpools, storms of anti-peace scarring the last conquests of the flightless ape lizard, and all his gorilla warfare.

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Twisted around your finger tightly Master, schooled in the art of manipulation Do they had out degrees for that? Many victims fell before me How many will follow? You play the wounded soul so well Drawing the adulation of hapless idiots Professing empathy and compassion With a heart void of any sincerity Emotional vampire, leaching attention Savoring the taste of ultimate control Puppeteer, yanking fragile life strings Of a frantically dancing marrionette Its face contorted in a rictus of pain Till you tire of the pathetic show And drop it like a bag of old bones Thus satisfied, Walk away looking for the next dummy

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Jan 3, 2014

Jan 3, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC

blueizcrying

Puppet Master

Twisted around your finger tightly Master, schooled in the art of manipulation Do they had out degrees for that? Many victims fell before me How many will follow? You play the wounded soul so well Drawing the adulation of hapless idiots Professing empathy and compassion With a heart void of any sincerity Emotional vampire, leaching attention Savoring the taste of ultimate control Puppeteer, yanking fragile life strings Of a frantically dancing marrionette Its face contorted in a rictus of pain Till you tire of the pathetic show And drop it like a bag of old bones Thus satisfied, Walk away looking for the next dummy

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We commence the acencion into an oxygen void dimension of vivid colors and breathless serenity your beach-breaze salty glaze compliments your starved gaze as you graze my thighs and sigh through Slytherin lips, blindly searching for the switch buried in my skin, a surpressed sunset at your fingertips You need me now, like an orphaned lover you miss me, your strong hands cannot understand the firm grip of my surreal sweet lips, the warm carresses of my tongue, the twists, the complex concoction of intoxicating ********** physical poetry, Constructing your perfect carnal high, I trace fairy trails down your chest into the fields of your belly, I paint roses onto your skin with my soft puckered sips, I drink from you your pleasure and make it my own, you're not alone on this quest to fullfillment, DO your fill and you'll recieve in full.I'm at your command. Move me like your marrionette star, I'll repeat which ever wonders your whispers wish me to, let us commerce in our spiritual sign language, catalyst mental eruption, hot and heavy streams of red-hot moans rivers into tropical atmosphere, riveting the hem of my body as my soul slips through the strips of bone, the rib caging my bongo core as it crecendos into **** sore psalms, my palms rooted to your crown as I combust into a comet, corrupted by the sublime nectar dripping off the rims of your mouth, connecting the dots to my being, you found me now come

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC

LionetteSaysHello

Journey

We commence the acencion into an oxygen void dimension of vivid colors and breathless serenity your beach-breaze salty glaze compliments your starved gaze as you graze my thighs and sigh through Slytherin lips, blindly searching for the switch buried in my skin, a surpressed sunset at your fingertips You need me now, like an orphaned lover you miss me, your strong hands cannot understand the firm grip of my surreal sweet lips, the warm carresses of my tongue, the twists, the complex concoction of intoxicating ********** physical poetry, Constructing your perfect carnal high, I trace fairy trails down your chest into the fields of your belly, I paint roses onto your skin with my soft puckered sips, I drink from you your pleasure and make it my own, you're not alone on this quest to fullfillment, DO your fill and you'll recieve in full.I'm at your command. Move me like your marrionette star, I'll repeat which ever wonders your whispers wish me to, let us commerce in our spiritual sign language, catalyst mental eruption, hot and heavy streams of red-hot moans rivers into tropical atmosphere, riveting the hem of my body as my soul slips through the strips of bone, the rib caging my bongo core as it crecendos into **** sore psalms, my palms rooted to your crown as I combust into a comet, corrupted by the sublime nectar dripping off the rims of your mouth, connecting the dots to my being, you found me now come

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My lover's words become the buzzing of humming bird wings A painted mouth miming a stream of saccharine nothings Supple limbs at the whim of marrionette strings Her fingers trail ice on my chest Weaving knots of unrest That strumpet That puppet caress Nestled in this undressed Stained box-set mattress

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Mar 22, 2010

Mar 22, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC

charles-berlin

Untitled

My lover's words become the buzzing of humming bird wings A painted mouth miming a stream of saccharine nothings Supple limbs at the whim of marrionette strings Her fingers trail ice on my chest Weaving knots of unrest That strumpet That puppet caress Nestled in this undressed Stained box-set mattress

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He awoke one morning sobbing and crying. He didn't know why, but on the inside he felt like he was dying. He could hear his wife and kids going on about their day as he lay in the bed. He tried to be strong for them, tried to wipe away his tears but he couldn't. And instead of being the stereotypical man, keeping his head held high and going to work with his own two hands... he fell to the floor and cried out in pain. His crying was uncontrollable; the tears ran down his cheeks and hit the floor like pouring rain. He was diagnosed with depression so he took drugs to relieve himself of his compression. He took the drugs so he could once again open his eyes and see the color of the day. He took the drugs so he could smile, look around and not be afraid to go this way or that way. Each time he would take the med, he would smile because he knew soon enough he would be better. But what he didn't know, was that smile would soon turn to a dread. That wasn't suppossed to happen. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months not going to work. Each and every day he would look at his adult hands but each and every day, he would feel less like a man and more like a child. He was in even more pain now. He felt more and more like suicide was the only way out, but every time that thought crossed his mind, he cried. He was afraid of what might happened if he tried. Would it hurt? But what could hurt worse that the pain he was feeling at that moment? He had a voice but it was soft spoken and no one could hear it, or maybe he just didn't know how to explain the pain he felt on the inside and out. On the inside he was reaching out for help but his hands wouldn't move, he was stuck in time, stuck in this groove. He became disabled and was denied disability over and over again. He went to doctor appointment after doctor appointment and continued to sign his life away with the same god **** pen. He would frequently fall into pits of darkness and the professionals kept pushing facility after facility. They wanted to take him away from his family and make him someone else's liability. He often wondered if there was anyone else out there that knew his pain. He tried to explain, but never could. Let's say he was actually able to, what would he gain? It would just be another person feeling sorry for him, and he didn't need that. Could anyone else really know what it's like to wake up every day just to be terrified to go outside? And it wasn't that he didn't give it any effort because believe it, he tried. Could anyone else really know what it's like to walk in public and feel every pair of eyeballs watching? He knew he wasn't like everybody else and he knew they knew it too. He constantly felt like he was in a play, center stage and everyone was watching it. He tried to keep his head down, he tried to not give a **** but it didn't work. He was a marrionette puppet, he couldn't control his movements. Back to center stage it was a nuisance. Oh how he wished he could just go back to being depressed and **** At least he could pretend and try to repress it, like Robin Williams. But in reality Robin Williams was gone. And a few days after the news broke, he found out he was taking the same **** Robin was on.

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Oct 12, 2016

Oct 12, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC

daniela-jolin-linares

Addicted

He awoke one morning sobbing and crying. He didn't know why, but on the inside he felt like he was dying. He could hear his wife and kids going on about their day as he lay in the bed. He tried to be strong for them, tried to wipe away his tears but he couldn't. And instead of being the stereotypical man, keeping his head held high and going to work with his own two hands... he fell to the floor and cried out in pain. His crying was uncontrollable; the tears ran down his cheeks and hit the floor like pouring rain. He was diagnosed with depression so he took drugs to relieve himself of his compression. He took the drugs so he could once again open his eyes and see the color of the day. He took the drugs so he could smile, look around and not be afraid to go this way or that way. Each time he would take the med, he would smile because he knew soon enough he would be better. But what he didn't know, was that smile would soon turn to a dread. That wasn't suppossed to happen. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months not going to work. Each and every day he would look at his adult hands but each and every day, he would feel less like a man and more like a child. He was in even more pain now. He felt more and more like suicide was the only way out, but every time that thought crossed his mind, he cried. He was afraid of what might happened if he tried. Would it hurt? But what could hurt worse that the pain he was feeling at that moment? He had a voice but it was soft spoken and no one could hear it, or maybe he just didn't know how to explain the pain he felt on the inside and out. On the inside he was reaching out for help but his hands wouldn't move, he was stuck in time, stuck in this groove. He became disabled and was denied disability over and over again. He went to doctor appointment after doctor appointment and continued to sign his life away with the same god **** pen. He would frequently fall into pits of darkness and the professionals kept pushing facility after facility. They wanted to take him away from his family and make him someone else's liability. He often wondered if there was anyone else out there that knew his pain. He tried to explain, but never could. Let's say he was actually able to, what would he gain? It would just be another person feeling sorry for him, and he didn't need that. Could anyone else really know what it's like to wake up every day just to be terrified to go outside? And it wasn't that he didn't give it any effort because believe it, he tried. Could anyone else really know what it's like to walk in public and feel every pair of eyeballs watching? He knew he wasn't like everybody else and he knew they knew it too. He constantly felt like he was in a play, center stage and everyone was watching it. He tried to keep his head down, he tried to not give a **** but it didn't work. He was a marrionette puppet, he couldn't control his movements. Back to center stage it was a nuisance. Oh how he wished he could just go back to being depressed and **** At least he could pretend and try to repress it, like Robin Williams. But in reality Robin Williams was gone. And a few days after the news broke, he found out he was taking the same **** Robin was on.

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I see the halo Hello-Poetry It's me____________ Her words snug body wiggly "Jello" Halo So white and he is hot red Gallo Don't touch my wine Whats up with the be all mine So distant am I well "Hello" Tight-lipped just fine Valentine hug playing his cello Coffee Inside me Another dig His grin vibrates me Rattles me embraces Such a high angelic keys of his piano My wings hold him I fly him ride him I am the "Halo" My mug Huge hug free's me Does he love me Time battles me I worked so hard All tagged to lose me Please read me Oh! Hell-her belly Santas baby All Hoo Hoo Who is next text me It ain't so him?Hum The marriage of families House arrest rolling in the drums Sea Inn___ Inconceivable So belly washed Ripley or not believable, please That's what you are The halo little squirt Big pint cookies and creme Oreo Men of all flavors Miss Bella"Gelato" Hello again Pluto The hint Wine Gallo Dinner bittersweet Chewy mint me I got a splinter Miss Marrionette The hush Sweet "Charlotte" Pancakes I am Inn like a crepe Suzette Sweet tea Carolina The Inn inconceivable He's indescribable No refunds His bad funds returnable She's Inspectable He could feed her words out of his dish To be unaccountable The lips red devil made me do it, ****** Mary, Chanel eyeliner she is so unstable can't you tell Throwing our best times Like some silly rhymes Giving into our worst times Nickelback' he's the "Quarterback" Hello Poetry I am the front cover give me my star back Please don't come over One day creation She's having a baby Did I miss something Professional manhunter The Inn Hello Mr. Highlander Is someone going under?

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC

robinHelloRow

The Inn-Halo

I see the halo Hello-Poetry It's me____________ Her words snug body wiggly "Jello" Halo So white and he is hot red Gallo Don't touch my wine Whats up with the be all mine So distant am I well "Hello" Tight-lipped just fine Valentine hug playing his cello Coffee Inside me Another dig His grin vibrates me Rattles me embraces Such a high angelic keys of his piano My wings hold him I fly him ride him I am the "Halo" My mug Huge hug free's me Does he love me Time battles me I worked so hard All tagged to lose me Please read me Oh! Hell-her belly Santas baby All Hoo Hoo Who is next text me It ain't so him?Hum The marriage of families House arrest rolling in the drums Sea Inn___ Inconceivable So belly washed Ripley or not believable, please That's what you are The halo little squirt Big pint cookies and creme Oreo Men of all flavors Miss Bella"Gelato" Hello again Pluto The hint Wine Gallo Dinner bittersweet Chewy mint me I got a splinter Miss Marrionette The hush Sweet "Charlotte" Pancakes I am Inn like a crepe Suzette Sweet tea Carolina The Inn inconceivable He's indescribable No refunds His bad funds returnable She's Inspectable He could feed her words out of his dish To be unaccountable The lips red devil made me do it, ****** Mary, Chanel eyeliner she is so unstable can't you tell Throwing our best times Like some silly rhymes Giving into our worst times Nickelback' he's the "Quarterback" Hello Poetry I am the front cover give me my star back Please don't come over One day creation She's having a baby Did I miss something Professional manhunter The Inn Hello Mr. Highlander Is someone going under?

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