A poem about a story of survival, for @hanniecakes's challenge prompt, 'catharsis.' Thanks for reading. :) <3 You pull the strings to make me walk. So much so, I can't walk where I want.
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ᏕᏗᏉᏋ ᎷᏋ ᎦᏒᎧᎷ ᎷᎩ ᎮᏬᎮᎮᏋᏖ ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒ...
This one's DEFINITELY more "free" verse than my others. Hope you enjoy! As long as I'm with you My smile is guaranteed
Expectations, Such frivolous beliefs...
Sorry folks, depressing read again
An alternative retelling of Pinocchio, in which the playful protagonist was born from crumpled paper and the ink of a writer's pen, instead of the wood and anvil of a craftsman.
If you enjoyed this s... Am I a puppet? or is that just how it seems?
What ever you do, don't let Little Lary get you… My puppeteers need to take a break They are pulling my strings in all different directions
Have you ever felt like you lost control in your life? I did another poem on puppets, since that’s the only thing stuck in my head for some reason. The sad story of the man locked up in Vault 77 A poem that popped into my head. I figured I'd Commaful it. :) He was a puppet, carved of blood, bone, and flesh, what had he done to deserve the life he had? Sacrifice my arms for your dreams Slashing them up for your hope