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The Puppet and Its Puppeteer
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The Puppet and Its Puppeteer |
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Ian L.R. Sanchez Junior Member
since 2007-07-05
Posts 16 |
-sigh- Everyone is moving around me, Being lead by their strings of faith. Tying their arms, legs, and head, By a man without a face. "They're alive and are fighting" Is what goes into my head. But what about me? Am I already dead? I'm conscious and am breathing, I see my strings on the ground. My legs are useless and I can't get up, I want to call for help but I can't make a sound Lying down helplessly, Watching everyone with envious eyes, I wait patiently, Hoping for my strings to rise Where is my puppeteer? Have you forgotten me? Cutting my strings apart And left me be. I fear my joints will rust, Someone help me stand. But it's as if no one sees my existence - No one lends a hand. My mind has grown impatient, I cannot wait any longer. I can't lay here and do nothing, I have to get stronger. I have to control my own faith, Fight away my own fear. Get a hold of my own string, And be my very own Puppeteer. |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
I really like this. It's not like your average poem I see here on Pip. Its different but good. Can't wait ot see more of your work.  -Zach |
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nehematala Member
since 2009-05-21
Posts 129 |
I really like this one it describes how I have felt many times in my life The number one thing in acting is honesty: If you can fake that you've got it made. |
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