Show of MarionettesA Poem by RaeWe are all just products of moments. Late nights, sneaking through the summer woods in shorts so
short they make us feel like dazzling Hollywood and laughter sprinkled through
sips of whatever makes us stop caring about our eyeliner so much. Whatever makes us laugh without caring and kiss without
feeling as the boys chase our wide-open legs and susceptible hearts and cat
eyes so daring that we are all they can picture. Infinite rich prowlers, fake friends who will love to hate one another until the end. That’s why we’re all so alone even when we flock together and why the blanket of sad stars seems to appear more than every night as we take the chance to look up and face them. We all go day to day laughing at stupid jokes saying heartless things bouncing off of sporadic emotion chasing the ones who chase others following this jumbled crowd that makes no sense but we’ve all been brainwashed into believing it does anyways. We are the marionettes, limb after limb being pulled in the directions we would never morally go if we were just able to move for ourselves. Marionettes of the best kind, infamous talents, dazzling stars, because who would ever guess that the very things that make us happy are the very things that make us scream and the very things that make us
go crazy out of our minds. Rich entirety made of marionette stone. © 2013 RaeReviews
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Added on July 27, 2013Last Updated on July 27, 2013 Tags: prose poem, teen, teenage years, youth AuthorRaeSeattle, WAAbout18 years old. NYU student and tea enthusiast. Writing means the world to me; feel free to give reviews and help me greater improve. Writing has always been my escape, especially poetry. Life experie.. more..Writing
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