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My dear master,
Pull your strings,
Let them know your words
Don't mean anything.
You gather your toys,
Your collection grows,
Then you cast them aside
And nobody knows.
They're drawn to you:
Those trustworthy eyes,
So your little collection
Keeps growing in size.
But I know you don't feel,
I know you don't think,
I know they won't stay long,
And that you're on the brink.
You're on the brink,
On the edge of the cliff,
And yet still you think
You can jump and just drift.
Your collection is shrinking,
It's so small in size.
Because your puppets are waking.
They're opening their eyes.
Then you're all alone,
All friends cast aside.
No one to run to,
Nowhere to hide.
You're falling now,
Falling faster and faster,
But we're no longer your slaves,
And we won't call you "Master."
Pull your strings,
Let them know your words
Don't mean anything.
You gather your toys,
Your collection grows,
Then you cast them aside
And nobody knows.
They're drawn to you:
Those trustworthy eyes,
So your little collection
Keeps growing in size.
But I know you don't feel,
I know you don't think,
I know they won't stay long,
And that you're on the brink.
You're on the brink,
On the edge of the cliff,
And yet still you think
You can jump and just drift.
Your collection is shrinking,
It's so small in size.
Because your puppets are waking.
They're opening their eyes.
Then you're all alone,
All friends cast aside.
No one to run to,
Nowhere to hide.
You're falling now,
Falling faster and faster,
But we're no longer your slaves,
And we won't call you "Master."
Literature
Mirror Mirror
Misty mirror and the image within,
Showing what is and what has been.
It has the would've, the could've,
And the should've, under the skin.
In swirling mists hide the sight,
Of an eye, aglow under the light.
Black with madness, with gladness,
And sadness within the white.
Under the cloudy surface lies,
Knowledge secret only to the wise.
Sacred to men living, men dying,
but not to those without such ties.
Within and behind the surface be
The same as those in front of me.
Be it terrible, great, or mundane:
In your mirror there is only thee.
Nothing less, and nothing more.
Literature
Reflections
Reflections, strongly detected
Emptiness unexpected
Honesty~ brutally beautiful
Bravery~ indisputable
Reflections of the mind's eye
Detection of soul's lie
Sadness depleted, heart unbound
Silent screaming: n..o
s..o...u
n
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Reflections
Ripples casting
Swirling paths, everlasting
Never knowing where to go
Trusting, even so
Reflections of one's self in pain
Hold me closer
--no blame
Trying to realize love,
is in the giving of
No one can complete another,
but some things we must teach each other
Reflections
Memories
faintly felt within
Different lives reaching out again
Reflections now,
a soul shi
Literature
Mirror, Mirror
She looks in the mirror,
Not recognizing what she sees...
Engulfed in black,
She disappears from the world
While her long dark hair covers up the story
Her face has to tell.
Her eyes swim with guilt and regret
And the tears they have bared
Stain her pail,
Rosy cheeks.
The scars on her arms
Indicate a past battle ending in surrender,
While the bruises on her body
Confess the struggles of an ongoing war.
The rich blood that courses through her veins
Has broken the surface one too many times
Resulting in wounds
No doctor can mend.
Her soul screams words
Her lips cannot seem to understand.
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Written about a bitch I don't associate with anymore, kind of ranty but I hope it will apply to some of you too. We all know a puppet master
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