Poetry/Haiku
In search of one’s self-worth.

The Strange Puppets ; a little storie fantastic, come out of my imaginary. Good reading!

Im not a puppet.

No one truly controls their own actions. We, as well as the reality we see, are all subject to wishes of our brains.

Nature is as innocent as a child.

I am a prop.

Puppets.

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago when I felt I was being held back by someone I loved-I felt like their puppet.

This is my impression of being a writer, a boyfriend, and trying to be me but I have no idea who that is and neither do you. The First Impressionist… always I’m trying to be and the thing is I guess I’m always in the eye of the beholder *sigh*

[poem] How much should we protect and provide for our children in this day and age? Do we do too much… or not enough?