TIME TO PLAY

areyou-stillawake

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

What do I see at night

when I wake from sleep?

A puppet coming alive,

on the shelf in my room.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins around.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one to pulls its strings.

Until it speaks.

In a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

Until it says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching to me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

WALKING DEAD

THE DEAD AMONG US

jasonfnsaint:

Dead Silence (2007)

Puppets terrify me.
What if they suddenly come to life?
Who will be pulling their strings?
Will they attack us?
Your nightmares will tell you,
or at least mine will.

Is the end really the end?
Does life continue in another realm?
Do the dead walk among us?
I hope so.
And I hope they’re friendly.

PUPPETS ON A STRING

seasons-in-hell:

AREN’T WE ALL PUPPETS?
AREN’T OUR STRINGS PULLED
BY SOMEONE ELSE?
BE IT A BOSS OR A SPOUSE,
WE ARE NEVER FREE.
FREE TO MAKE OUR OWN CHOICES.
ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS CUT THOSE STRINGS.
WHERE’S THE KNIFE?