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The strings that cant be cut.
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The strings that cant be cut. |
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suicidal dreams Member
since 1999-09-28
Posts 343Toledo Ohio USA |
I feel so used, My flesh feels so torn, Torn and used by the strings, The strings of control. The strings of control, Hold me on this stage called earth, move me about the stage, I have no control. I have no control, As the strings cannot be broken, They will control always, My muscles are useless. My muscles are useless, Helping me not to free myself, Keeping me imprisoned, I feel so used. ------------------ life is short kill quick [This message has been edited by suicidal dreams (edited 11-14-1999).] |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
NIce work ehre Tom, I think It would be better if the last line was the same as the first- juts MHO..... ------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices. |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Puppet T, Who holds thy strings so mercilessly? Enjoyed this. From one marionette to another,Great stuff! DB ------------------ And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart. ===RUSH=== |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
On this stage called earth No words Tom to express just how precise you are here. And what a cruel stage this planet can be at times....excellent Dearest One  Jenny ------------------ Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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suicidal dreams Member
since 1999-09-28
Posts 343Toledo Ohio USA |
Thanks to all thee great poets to be or who are that have responded to this. ------------------ life is short kill quick |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
We are all just puppets on a string in ways.But Pinnochio changed and so can you. ------------------ Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing... ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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