"puppeting" poems - Hello Poetry

I had no No in my vocabulary, No veto power, No nix, no nullity, no negation. I was the King of Affirmation, Yes to this, yes to that. I thought No would cut me off from love, Friendship, belonging. I couldn’t say that word to anyone, Not nobody not nohow. I was the Wizard of Yes. The Emperor of Agreement. The Yes Man to the universe. What was I? A character in someone else’s play, Puppeting my way through life, Following a program I did not write. I had to have a word that was my own, A firm, strong, stubborn word, To crash the program, buck the tide. Now I’m ready to know No. For No has that stopping power. No is the Final Word. No tells you in no uncertain terms, What you really want. This is me, it says. These are my boundaries. This is my true and real self. I’m in love with No. No, No, No, No, No, No. I like the way I say it, and I know That only by shouting my No Can I say Yes to Me.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC

john-mcdonnell

Getting To No

I had no No in my vocabulary, No veto power, No nix, no nullity, no negation. I was the King of Affirmation, Yes to this, yes to that. I thought No would cut me off from love, Friendship, belonging. I couldn’t say that word to anyone, Not nobody not nohow. I was the Wizard of Yes. The Emperor of Agreement. The Yes Man to the universe. What was I? A character in someone else’s play, Puppeting my way through life, Following a program I did not write. I had to have a word that was my own, A firm, strong, stubborn word, To crash the program, buck the tide. Now I’m ready to know No. For No has that stopping power. No is the Final Word. No tells you in no uncertain terms, What you really want. This is me, it says. These are my boundaries. This is my true and real self. I’m in love with No. No, No, No, No, No, No. I like the way I say it, and I know That only by shouting my No Can I say Yes to Me.

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Soft hands idling quietly by snatching remnants of credibility its cloak opaque to reflection you grasp its hand, like a double-edged sword you hold on tight wisping away into the night never to be seen again. The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant death on its tongue Decay in the teeth. Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors dubious, distorted, distraught you hold on. Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child you gawk, admire, and dream Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge. Gently pushing formidable bounds released to self-indulgence you're alone. As the world around you lights up only by screens and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration. A ghost among the blinded walking slowly by as everything is in full speed. Stuck in a repetitive loneliness damnation of socialization pity. pity. pity. Pulling onto the strings of darkness puppeting along madness mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment you sit on the outside of the world watching it comfortable in its cage.

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC

tammy-cusick

Enstranged

Soft hands idling quietly by snatching remnants of credibility its cloak opaque to reflection you grasp its hand, like a double-edged sword you hold on tight wisping away into the night never to be seen again. The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant death on its tongue Decay in the teeth. Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors dubious, distorted, distraught you hold on. Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child you gawk, admire, and dream Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge. Gently pushing formidable bounds released to self-indulgence you're alone. As the world around you lights up only by screens and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration. A ghost among the blinded walking slowly by as everything is in full speed. Stuck in a repetitive loneliness damnation of socialization pity. pity. pity. Pulling onto the strings of darkness puppeting along madness mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment you sit on the outside of the world watching it comfortable in its cage.

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I often think that the only redeemable quality about human beings Is that you may love one. All the greed and cruelty and abuse, All the mindless, pointless politics, All the power mongering antics of the higher-ups And the pervasive ignorance of the masses- Sometimes it makes me wonder What we are even for If we are on this earth and choose to pollute it And refuse to learn from our mistakes, And avoid responsibility instead of helping those who suffer, And cut corners so that some may be rich today While the rest pay the price tenfold in fifty years. We are a people of billboard ads Our greed 300 feet tall On the side of every highway promising **** girls And new cars. From far off we are millions of empty business suits Headless and heartless, Puppeting through streets and behind desks. I have never taken full ownership Of my humanness. Humanity- that is another story- We have come, in our vanity, to associate that word with Kindness, empathy, and emotion, But from a big picture point of view, Those concepts have no place in the description of humans. I have always rejected, to some extent, My fellowship with these people That I spend my life near. There is something other about me to them, There is something other about them to me. But, like many toxic things, Humans Are addictive. Humans are a drug I can't quit. And I look at all the destruction we cause, And the horrors we invent and implement, And the injustice we ignore, And I wonder why I have such faith in me For my foolish race. And all I can think of is that There is only one reason that we are allowed to exist, That we are at all redeemed for our crimes, But that that one reason Is immense enough to hold: When I wonder how anyone could justify us as a whole All I can think of Is that the only truly wonderful thing about human beings Is that you may love one.

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC

mikaila

We Are

I often think that the only redeemable quality about human beings Is that you may love one. All the greed and cruelty and abuse, All the mindless, pointless politics, All the power mongering antics of the higher-ups And the pervasive ignorance of the masses- Sometimes it makes me wonder What we are even for If we are on this earth and choose to pollute it And refuse to learn from our mistakes, And avoid responsibility instead of helping those who suffer, And cut corners so that some may be rich today While the rest pay the price tenfold in fifty years. We are a people of billboard ads Our greed 300 feet tall On the side of every highway promising **** girls And new cars. From far off we are millions of empty business suits Headless and heartless, Puppeting through streets and behind desks. I have never taken full ownership Of my humanness. Humanity- that is another story- We have come, in our vanity, to associate that word with Kindness, empathy, and emotion, But from a big picture point of view, Those concepts have no place in the description of humans. I have always rejected, to some extent, My fellowship with these people That I spend my life near. There is something other about me to them, There is something other about them to me. But, like many toxic things, Humans Are addictive. Humans are a drug I can't quit. And I look at all the destruction we cause, And the horrors we invent and implement, And the injustice we ignore, And I wonder why I have such faith in me For my foolish race. And all I can think of is that There is only one reason that we are allowed to exist, That we are at all redeemed for our crimes, But that that one reason Is immense enough to hold: When I wonder how anyone could justify us as a whole All I can think of Is that the only truly wonderful thing about human beings Is that you may love one.

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A story retold Memories brought back Flashbacks and pain A deep guilt resurfaced Consuming Long festering beneath the skin At last coming to the surface To take control Puppeting me around To its will Through pain Nightmares An aching from guilt and shame Comes eventual strength Or so I'm told... - Jay M August 28th, 2019

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC

Wandering_Spirit

Through Pain

A story retold Memories brought back Flashbacks and pain A deep guilt resurfaced Consuming Long festering beneath the skin At last coming to the surface To take control Puppeting me around To its will Through pain Nightmares An aching from guilt and shame Comes eventual strength Or so I'm told... - Jay M August 28th, 2019

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expansion reaches, out of my skull slowly moves across, above and below me. Down through my chest, ***** and keeps flowing. Takes over my whole being with out me even knowing. Its stretching what ever I am, i know I am not this body I am puppeting this thing, thats what life has taught me, and i truly am electric and death wont be able to stop me. I feel it in the air and I know this body is not me. So the truth is ripping out and stretching and seeing where it can go. And I have found a place inside a mind inside a home... Expansion reaches out ward streches around about and below me. You should awaken and reach out let your soul get to know me.

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Apr 14, 2017

Apr 14, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC

halleydavis

electric

expansion reaches, out of my skull slowly moves across, above and below me. Down through my chest, ***** and keeps flowing. Takes over my whole being with out me even knowing. Its stretching what ever I am, i know I am not this body I am puppeting this thing, thats what life has taught me, and i truly am electric and death wont be able to stop me. I feel it in the air and I know this body is not me. So the truth is ripping out and stretching and seeing where it can go. And I have found a place inside a mind inside a home... Expansion reaches out ward streches around about and below me. You should awaken and reach out let your soul get to know me.

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