Poet In The Jar Diaries: Puppet, Doll

Tuesday, June 8

Puppet, Doll

My sleep is calm,
And undisturbed
I don't look back
At your attacks
When I was hurt

This my cocoon, now
This the safest place, of all
Curtains closing, puppet
Curtains closing, doll
Come sleep here

That innocence I lost
So many times
Stabbing my heart
Raping my mind
I look away, puppet

I look away, doll

And I sleep

Calm and undisturbed

4 comments:

RoccariJune 10, 2010 at 8:16 PM
it´s almost like you´re writing about death? oh... but maybe you indeed are.
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Poet In The JarJune 11, 2010 at 2:32 PM
For once I actually meant exactly what I wrote. xD But your angle is very interesting. This is what I love about poetry. Everyone sees it differently.
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RoccariJune 11, 2010 at 9:17 PM
it´s probably the first time in MY LIFE that I have "angle" to poem instead of taking it literally xD
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Poet In The JarJune 13, 2010 at 10:12 PM
Hahahhaa so then we both have a first on this one xD
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My Poetic Intentions

My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

I'm Poet in the Jar. I've had this blog going since 2007 and use it to post and store poetry, lyrics and random, spontaneous thoughts on life and everything that comes along with it.

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