You're like a machine,
always moving to someone else's touch.
They fix you into their little design,
on a long, long line
assembling pieces of you together
using a conveyor belt with trashbins at end.
with each unwanted piece that might have lumped
or was in some way strange, thrown away.
You're like a puppet
that has been made to talk and walk and mime.
They kept a big box
with all these tiny unused tad bits of you,
and someday I wish you'd just go through them
just to see which pieces they've thrown away that you're missing.
I can't help but know you're not really all there,
and you are such a strange thing, such a strange little machine.















Comments
I like the images, but you could play with the ordering of the words themselves (sadly, I am no good at poetry).
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Favors returned; dreams deferred.
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I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I've brought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see. Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me.
I hope that makes sense.
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Favors returned; dreams deferred.
Adding some other stylistic means would also help this, for example repetitions (using the same line for every stanza) etc.
What you should try not to do is repeating just some words, like together follows on line 2 and 3 and that sounds not so good.
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*LittleBelovedOnes
My stock account =Nirelstock
Do you care?
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I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I've brought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see. Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me.
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I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I've brought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see. Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me.
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