Submissions by knucker
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Puppetized
I am not who I am
but who you think I am
all you see is glimpses of me
page 2, 21, 48 and 90
Broken reflections of my mangled individuality
borrowed lips can’t cry out today
please paste haircut from page 78
society thinks I look better this way
Mass puppeteering to control perception
buy a magazine to falsify thy self
eager to spread its zombieness onto you
give in to their narcissistic ways
Viewpoint long in the mind
I’m a fabrication of your imagination
branded long before birth
cloaked in materialism...
but who you think I am
all you see is glimpses of me
page 2, 21, 48 and 90
Broken reflections of my mangled individuality
borrowed lips can’t cry out today
please paste haircut from page 78
society thinks I look better this way
Mass puppeteering to control perception
buy a magazine to falsify thy self
eager to spread its zombieness onto you
give in to their narcissistic ways
Viewpoint long in the mind
I’m a fabrication of your imagination
branded long before birth
cloaked in materialism...
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My rain
A splotch of red, on a grey background.
Ribbons of green, streaming down.
Sparkles shimmer in the splotch of red.
This is my dream as I lay in bed.
The rain has lifted and the sun begins to rise.
The storm has passed, leaving clear blue skies.
Every single trace has been nearly wiped away.
Hope dawns brightly...a new beginning, a new day.
The only trace of rain that to the human eye shows...
Are the glistening water droplets on the petals of the rose.
Ribbons of green, streaming down.
Sparkles shimmer in the splotch of red.
This is my dream as I lay in bed.
The rain has lifted and the sun begins to rise.
The storm has passed, leaving clear blue skies.
Every single trace has been nearly wiped away.
Hope dawns brightly...a new beginning, a new day.
The only trace of rain that to the human eye shows...
Are the glistening water droplets on the petals of the rose.
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Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday
Today’s just yesterday’s sorrow
for today is my last stand of tomorrow
everyday’s pain has been borrowed
all to avoid the darkest hour.
What pain shall breathe for me today
lurking in pitch black in open water
hollow dusk leading the way
perpetuity has shortened my hour.
My pain can never be forgotten
recycled agony deep in my sorrow
damping the soul to press on
burying my face deep in horror.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday
pain grasping my sorrow
so similar in everyday
why can’t I bury tomorrow?
for today is my last stand of tomorrow
everyday’s pain has been borrowed
all to avoid the darkest hour.
What pain shall breathe for me today
lurking in pitch black in open water
hollow dusk leading the way
perpetuity has shortened my hour.
My pain can never be forgotten
recycled agony deep in my sorrow
damping the soul to press on
burying my face deep in horror.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday
pain grasping my sorrow
so similar in everyday
why can’t I bury tomorrow?
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