Theatrical Eggshells
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The last footfall drove razor edges
of broken egg shells into my soul.
A marionette to your want and whim,
strings became toughened steel cable.

Puppetry to emotional manipulation
you set me to dance only for you
in fantasy scenes that you created
to make a reality of the lies told.

You stood in your virtuous spotlight
while you thought the locks held me.
I slipped the theatrical imprisonment
to breath free air on the mountain.

My soul, given time to heal, ran me
far from your drama to unravel each
contorted storyline back into truth.
To make apology to wrongfully hurt.

A different sodium spotlight shines
upon you now as the oppressed rise,
find their long silenced voices and
speak out about the tyranny imposed.

Once more you are a star attraction.
Once more you try weaving fantasies.
No longer will I perform beside you.
No longer will your lies be believed.

Tom Tigger Frisky - 8 years, 24 days ago

A Thing You Say
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Those three words
tumble too easily
over your tongue.

Spoken so often
they have lost
their touch.

Tom Tigger Frisky - 10 years, 2 months ago

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Tom Tigger Frisky - 10 years, 2 months, 5 days ago

Free Me
_______

Empty of emotions,
devoid of feelings,
cold as the frost
on early snowdrops.

I wish it were so,
then I could turn
to leave only shadows
of my existence.

Bound by passion,
shackled by desires,
a slave to the needs
of primal codes.

If only not so,
then the courage
to start again pure
might lie within.

Tom Tigger Frisky - 10 years, 2 months, 6 days ago

Orbit
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Of dreams,
I have no idea.
She never speaks
of them.

Her touch,
is never felt,
as screen images
flicker past.

Her world
revolves opposite.
We meet only
in eclipse.

Tom Tigger Frisky - 10 years, 4 months, 3 days ago