Literature-Out-Loud

I remember your soft silk lips Dancing in tangent with mine I remember your lingering kiss It surges through my mind Such a treat, filled with delight And how numbingly untamed... How I long to re-kiss those lips It's driving me insane.

Oh, puppet master, Your love is strong, Your eyes are quiet Just as my thoughts. I’m just your puppet Watching your every move, Moving as you do, I can always feel your mood. It lingers down my strings And it seeps into my head, I can see everything you've seen, Hear everything you've said. I can taste those bitter days That replay inside your head, All the tears that fell before Drown me as I say, "You're like a bird Flying through the sky, You fall with broken wings And you tremble as you cry. But as the wind picks you up You fly into the sun, The puppet master lives Until the show is done." Oh, puppet master, Your eyes shine b

I'm stuck in my room. Day after day I sit in my armchair doing nothing more than replaying video's that get me no closer to the achieved goal of a normal social standing in life. I miss work constantly, I don't even know if i still have a job, as I haven't left my house in a week, other then for trips to fast food joints. Yet here I am in my chair, still the unproductive teen member of society, the social outcast, the lauded sociopath pariah of my time. Perhaps, months will pass without change, even years. Perhaps, I'll be nothing more than a cadaver in an armchair, by the time I'm ready to rejoin society as a normal human. Maybe eve