Poem Request -Puppet of the Puppets- by Chiaki--Miharu, literature
Literature
Poem Request -Puppet of the Puppets-
Puppet of the Puppets
The clank of the wooden pieces pushing me,
the strings wrapped tightly around my soul,
suffocating me,
hurting me,
Making a new me.
Put a string here,
A brush stroke here,
A wooden piece here,
and a masterpiece is born.
Dance,Dance,Dance my work!
Twirl, Spin, move with all your might!
A single twist, and the string holding it all together falls in ruins.
Crush the remains, make a better one,
Crush the remains.
CRUSH THEM!
I must make a better one.
String.
Wood.
Paint.
A new puppet clacks around absently.
I'm suffocating in string,
The wood splinters me in half,
The paint paints over my soul,
am
Leaf
A leaf is a mere attachment to a tree.
A leaf is nothing put next to the importance of the tree.
Though thousands of them dwell around,
they are mere specs in the universe.
A leaf withers silently, and falls silently.
A tree withers profoundly, and crashes to the ground.
A leaf is not mourned, and walked upon like trash.
Whereas a tree is used after its demise, and is mourned.
Loved.
Missed.
Wanted.
A leaf, is just a mere attachment to a tree.
Girl in the dress
A disaster wrapped in a dress,
hidden in a mess,
waiting to destroy,
pull the fabric string,
and dress falls around,
as the pitiful hidden girl in the dress destroys.
Dance
The tapping of the feet on the ground
lost in the music,
the people dance a dance of death.
Their desperate cries for help are ignored,
this ball must go on,
The music plays louder,
and the screams echo louder,
but everything turns to laughs.
the faceless dancers tap on their rotten faces,
mercilessly ripping them apart,
leaving them on the ground to decay.
Their skeletons bare a twisted grin,
and their decaying limbs twirl and turn,
creaking every time.
The laughs echo along with the music,
everything is fast,
turning fast,
moving fast,
decaying fast.
Their bones moan and break,
there minds sing the music's lulla
Poem Request -Puppet of the Puppets- by Chiaki--Miharu, literature
Literature
Poem Request -Puppet of the Puppets-
Puppet of the Puppets
The clank of the wooden pieces pushing me,
the strings wrapped tightly around my soul,
suffocating me,
hurting me,
Making a new me.
Put a string here,
A brush stroke here,
A wooden piece here,
and a masterpiece is born.
Dance,Dance,Dance my work!
Twirl, Spin, move with all your might!
A single twist, and the string holding it all together falls in ruins.
Crush the remains, make a better one,
Crush the remains.
CRUSH THEM!
I must make a better one.
String.
Wood.
Paint.
A new puppet clacks around absently.
I'm suffocating in string,
The wood splinters me in half,
The paint paints over my soul,
am
Leaf
A leaf is a mere attachment to a tree.
A leaf is nothing put next to the importance of the tree.
Though thousands of them dwell around,
they are mere specs in the universe.
A leaf withers silently, and falls silently.
A tree withers profoundly, and crashes to the ground.
A leaf is not mourned, and walked upon like trash.
Whereas a tree is used after its demise, and is mourned.
Loved.
Missed.
Wanted.
A leaf, is just a mere attachment to a tree.
Girl in the dress
A disaster wrapped in a dress,
hidden in a mess,
waiting to destroy,
pull the fabric string,
and dress falls around,
as the pitiful hidden girl in the dress destroys.
Dance
The tapping of the feet on the ground
lost in the music,
the people dance a dance of death.
Their desperate cries for help are ignored,
this ball must go on,
The music plays louder,
and the screams echo louder,
but everything turns to laughs.
the faceless dancers tap on their rotten faces,
mercilessly ripping them apart,
leaving them on the ground to decay.
Their skeletons bare a twisted grin,
and their decaying limbs twirl and turn,
creaking every time.
The laughs echo along with the music,
everything is fast,
turning fast,
moving fast,
decaying fast.
Their bones moan and break,
there minds sing the music's lulla
I love poetry, and have a secret desire to become and photographer. I also like to roleplay, and get inspired by digital drawings.
Hobbies
Isn't this getting a little personal?
Answer the question.
Well, I like to draw, but I write a lot more than I draw. I watch t.v. and go on Tumblr a lot, does that count as a hobby?
You have the life.
Aye! Was that an insult? Don't criticize me you internet question thingy!!
At least I have friends.
.....,, I have many friends mind you! Plus, you're not even alive, how can you have friends.
*crowd goes *
Oh please, you 'friends' don't even know your favorite color
My friends don't need to know such trivial stuff.
....You're stupid...
Excuse me?
Come at me, bro.
, I do not need to spend my time on someone who says come at me bro.
It's better than someone who uses icons more than standing up for themselves.
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That is all. c: