Control Poems
The Other Cheek
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
My injured heart can't take yr words
They are weaken it and continue to do so
Yr words echoes the cancer
That damages my soul
As I stand silently taking in
Who gave you the right to put me down
What thoughts across yr mind
That causes you do that
Making me cry
I don't care if you are better than me
......
Wooden You
by Mac Mayo
This broken brain of mine projects
a six-foot, shadowed silhouette
of a puppet, strung-out and plucked
by someone who looks and sounds
exactly how I may too often seem.
The void inside me quickly over-swells,
and strange skin transforms to spread
while I am left alone to wither.
Shapeless and hollow, that pit,
......
broken puppets
by Alexander Palmer
Aren't I just a puppet?
Rotting on your stagnant string,
I'll say that it's all love,
Even when you make me bleed.
And aren't I just your puppet?
Snapping my bones to fit your production,
I'll say that I don't mind it,
Through my retching and disgust.
......
Run
by Kayla Mumford
I love you big
I built a whole world for you
I chose people
made them audition just to
be in your life
I paved paths and roads so you’d
know exactly where to go
So you’d come home everyday
To me
So you would like the same people
......
The Other Cheek
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
My injured heart can't take yr words
They are weaken it and continue to do so
Yr words echoes the cancer
That damages my soul
As I stand silently taking in
Who gave you the right to put me down
What thoughts across yr mind
That causes you do that
Making me cry
I don't care if you are better than me
......
Run
by Kayla Mumford
I love you big
I built a whole world for you
I chose people
made them audition just to
be in your life
I paved paths and roads so you’d
know exactly where to go
So you’d come home everyday
To me
So you would like the same people
......
broken puppets
by Alexander Palmer
Aren't I just a puppet?
Rotting on your stagnant string,
I'll say that it's all love,
Even when you make me bleed.
And aren't I just your puppet?
Snapping my bones to fit your production,
I'll say that I don't mind it,
Through my retching and disgust.
......
Wooden You
by Mac Mayo
This broken brain of mine projects
a six-foot, shadowed silhouette
of a puppet, strung-out and plucked
by someone who looks and sounds
exactly how I may too often seem.
The void inside me quickly over-swells,
and strange skin transforms to spread
while I am left alone to wither.
Shapeless and hollow, that pit,
......
