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[COLOR="SeaGreen"][B]"Irresponsible Fool"[/B]


My acts are a cacophony,

of dying, tortured screams.

A condemning play before me;

my role a hellish dream.

Consequences rain upon me,

sizzling like acid on a scar.

I break for desparation to

escape the earth ends far,

but these crows, they follow closely,

to peck with glee mine eyes.

I stumble as a fatman drunk.

And drop, by lesion a soulless cry;

my path has left me with lepers' hope.

I cannot say that I have joy, no.

Hear the death bell as it tolls . . .

Rats pick clean and fungi grow,

where what once I held in hand so proud,

a freedom won from childish days,

in vain lies dead in tear-soaked ground;

a marble mausoleum for all my foolish ways.


~END~[/COLOR]

:|thoughts? comments? dun really care? say anything!....except "say anything"....smarty panies...u know u were gonna.:sarcasm:

[COLOR="Purple"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]hmmm...um....i believe my arm brace is cutting off circulation to my fingers....either that or ur hand is naturally supposed to feel light, airy, and bloodless. stupid weak wrists....*takes off brace*...aaaahhhhh...mine fingers welcome u back wondiferous blood....*hand tingles*....okay. blood rushing back officially sux. *waggles hand* OW!!!!...stupid wrist. this is a no win situation isn't it. :sarcasm:[/FONT][/COLOR]

:P[COLOR="purple"]Hi there! Thanks for stopping by! Just wanted to let everyone who feels the need to actually read this, that well, since threads have been merged and i'm still learning...obviously all my poetry shall b posted here. This read from left to right in alternate lines(i.e. line 1 on the left, line 2 on right, line 3 on left again, etc.). I know it seems difficult, but it mirrors the movements of marrionettes...sorta? Please don't let the format keep you from reading.=3 Well...read on then.[/COLOR]


[SIZE="3"][CENTER][B]"puppet on a string"[/B][/CENTER]



be the dark side of the moon

[RIGHT]be what society hates[/RIGHT]

be you but . . .

[RIGHT]i am but a puppet[/RIGHT]

a puppet on a string

[RIGHT]a string pulled by[/RIGHT]

the brutal hands of

[RIGHT]a prejudiced people[/RIGHT]

i will dance to my own flame

[RIGHT]as long as others dance with me[/RIGHT]

i will stand for what i believe

[RIGHT]as long as that's okay with everyone else[/RIGHT]

i will be me

[RIGHT]as long as i am all the others that stand beside me but...[/RIGHT]

to be true to myself would mean disaster

[RIGHT]will i crumble under paper beauty?[/RIGHT]

will i melt under the match of many?

[RIGHT]will i break under the expectation that keeps me tied?[/RIGHT]

will i or won't i or can i . . . but . . .

[RIGHT]i will be my own within me[/RIGHT]

for that is all the marionette allows

[RIGHT]my movements will sustain me[/RIGHT]

tho these strings hold me down

[RIGHT]my life will be my dream of hope[/RIGHT]

that someday only none among the crowd will cheer

[RIGHT]for they too will see the poor structure of society[/RIGHT]

only then will i break this twine and join

[RIGHT]join my bretheren of the persecuted . . . but . . .[/RIGHT]

[CENTER]~END~[/CENTER][/SIZE]


[COLOR="Purple"]:yes: thanks for reading! this poem kinda reads as a two in one. you read left to right, alternate lines for the whole poem. you can also read each column as individual poems...or so i've been told. apparently i have a kind of oblivious nack for these wacky things?:sweat: anyway, please let me know what you think!:angel:[/COLOR][/QUOTE]