Nick Downer Poems

I am a puppet.
You can't see the invisible strings,
but they're there,
holding me up,
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Your eyes do whisper softly unto me,
their endless depths draw me into your soul.
The pain I fall upon makes my own eyes,
fill with countless tears your sad eyes once cried.
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I wanted it
and I got it
now I've let it
slip away
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I read your mind like a diary.
Your thoughts are words,
swimming on a torn page.
I look into your green eyes
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Pedastle of snow white,
shining light,
too high for anyone to reach.
I lift you up
...

She back off
like she was getting away
from the words
she didn't understand
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I need no sorry eyes,
they are expectant,
full of hope or confussion,
or worse, nothing.
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My perfect advice to everyone
is in life, to just 'bumble'
but when it comes to myself
it's over this idea that i stumble
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I still remember the bubbles.
I don't remember what you were saying
about them
just that you were using them as an
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The days are so long in this place
they blend into nights that are cold from
the dark velvet sky that gives no light.
Words are whispered in quiet tones,
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