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Puppeteer
Contributed by
Thirten
on
Thursday, 7th March 2013 @ 06:26:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Living in the world of nothing
Dreaming of how I could be something
Could I have any help?
It's been too long since I was right.
Every question, a regret in the making.
Every action is a future mistake.
Every day is forgettable.
Each moment passes unnoticed.
Forever a prisoner of placation.
Trying to satisfy a sea.
Trying to pacify a storm.
Melancholy fools and gibbering tools.
Listlessly living a losing life.
Insanely waving a rusted knife.
Imagining majestic machinations.
While the world is dark and grey.
Another tick on another list from another schedule.
Living just to watch it end.
Clouds pass, mountains crumble.
Life goes on. And the passion dulls.
Crazed, jaded, cynical and bored.
This marionette is on strings of steel.
Left hanging and forgotten.
Another disused toy of this puppeteer.
Copyright ©
Thirten
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2013-03-07 18:26:07]
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Re: Puppeteer
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by Deidra_Carmichael on
Thursday, 7th March 2013 @ 07:36:59 PM AEST
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Well presented I admit! Indeed life is burdensome if lives in vain. May we find purpose in the mix,
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Re: Puppeteer
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by williamdye on
Friday, 8th March 2013 @ 11:33:55 AM AEST
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| I see we feel alike. Good work, death is so alive in our lonely feeble minds. |
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