James' Jamboree
No Strings
Leaving
Unremembered
Sans Title
No Strings
So many feelings to deal with,
why do I get so overwhelmed?
It's not as if I could change anything.
I do not have the power or
the knowledge to do so.
I am feeling like a puppet
who's strings are being severed
one by one.
By the hand of a bored master,
no longer amused by my dances.
I move more and more woodenly
with the passing of each day.
Soon I will lie in the corner,
a heap of unused expression
and stiffening joints.
Blank stare out from under
a grotesquely bent arm,
impossible angularity,
I can no longer even have
my head lifted...so as to ask
the master...why?
Why did you construct me
in the first place...if
only to leave me here
to gather dust in this
last place?
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Leaving
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I need to burn the shroud,
to find the horizon of my life.
To remove the coins from my eyes
and see all the things I've been
shown throughout the years.
I can now respect and understand
them with the grace of one who finally
accepts the road he's been given,
as well as the one that he's chosen.
I have lived in the houses of my past for
too long now. It is time to leave the
rooms, the hallways and chambers
of this hollow home. It is time to
walk in the sun, for good or ill.
I know what I want and am now unafraid
to chase it, to challenge it and to
cherish it.
Now is that time.
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Unremembered
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The head is not longer attached,
everything seems hazy and fragmented
like an old broken window no one
bothers to look in anymore.
Something is trying to claw its way to the surface
of this nightmares pool.
A smooth rippling wake vanishes as soon
as it is seen, I always knew I wasn't alone
in here.
Something deeply rooted and vital feels as though
it is being torn away and sold off one piece at a time.
Souvenirs from the soul offered on the sidewalk
mall.
Half price items, lots of scratch and dent
material.
All these old memories are for sale, trade
and the taking.