November 2011
1 post
What the Puppeteer Doesn’t Know
He pulled one string
Spring to life just as quick
Eyes wide open
Blink once and then wink
He pulled another string
Smile with cheeks blushing
Nod hello
Everyone is watching
He pulled the last string
Wave and walk with grace
Dance to the music
Greet them face to face
He closed the curtains
The show is over
One corner of the room
Sitting still and sober
He locked the door
Alone the puppet...
October 2011
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September 2011
1 post
August 2011
1 post
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green
lines he wrote a poem
And he called...”
– Perks of Being a Wallflower
June 2011
1 post
April 2011
6 posts
January 2011
4 posts
“this is definitely going to be a great start.”
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
