doll
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I try to hold on to my doll.
She is so fragile still.
I brushed her hair, can't let her fall.
I'm deep in dreams, then hear the call
Of Mom, "The food will chill!"
I try to bring along my doll.
The pain and the deception that I felt when I saw you
I could describe it but no one would believe it to be true
Though it wasn’t the scene in front of me
Looking in the mirror
at all my minor scars
my mind begun to wonder back
to my hellish vampiric czar.
His words still rung in my ears
You didn't love me
Because you didn't know how to love
You only knew how to play
So indeed you played,
With my heart. My feelings. My time. My life. My mind.
She twirled and danced with grace and muse
Her strings did not stop it
All came to see the show she gave
But then, the floor she hit
The doll of an
urban legend,
born on 5th avenue
and
made in Macy’s Herald Square,
threw away her
metro card.
I see these plastic people, Barbie dolls.
With their dream houses and expensive cars.
And their plastic friends, at their plastic malls.
Getting “white-girl wasted” at plastic bars.
In a dark room,
There are trembling lips,
Her eyes are crystal,
Her lips still perfectly molded.
The smile won't seem to leave.
No matter where she sits,
No matter how much she crumbles,
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
I'm a Marionette,Your lifeless little toy,Anyone can play with me,Be they girl or boy.The wires tied around my arms,You control them as you wishYou can break my heart and cause me harm
Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles,5’6” and 150 pounds,My appearance won’t dictate my success.
1970 SAT, 29 ACT score,4.6 GPA, and 63rd in my class of 500.My academics won’t dictate my success.
Your beautiful just the way you are
There us no need to wear makeup
Don't fake it up
Just the way you are
You shook the world up
Because your are beautiful just the way you are
The world is a mistress of beautiful things
But the harsh reality is
It also holds ugly things
And we have ugly people posing as beautiful people
And they press the buttons
Leaving the rest of us in poverty
Her eyes are blue
Her eyes are bright
Her lips are flawless too
And her hair is just right
Her nails are long and thin
Her nose is a perfect width
Her skin is considered perfection
No filter and no makeup, I feel naked
It's hard to admit, I'd rather fake it,
Pretend like I'm okay,
With the small acne scars on my face,
The way all my hairs don’t naturally fall into place,
Who is me beyond what they see
Doing what I can for the perfect selfie
Lip gloss on, hair curled slightly
Making sure my imperfections is unsightly
Who is to say who is me
Who is me beyond what they see
I am a dork,
I am silly,
I am beautiful without makeup.
I have a heart of gold,
I am smart,
I am a hardworker.
Without a filter,
I am all these things,
And I love it.
When the clouds clear and the curtains are drawn,
you get to witness the person that is truely beyond.
No glitz, no glamor, nor artificiality present
what you see is honestly-just me.
Smooth skin,
Thin waist,
This is who I want to be.
Crop the image,
Add a filter,
And there it is; the new me.
See the smile?
See the hapiness?
V1:
Always kept me on the shelf
what a never-ending hell
can I cope with all the stress?
Everyday I’m so depressed
V2:
You see the Iron Empress
Who standing tall, stoic, regal.
She hides the Carefree Clown
Who could entertain for hours.
She hides the Lovesick Maid
Blinded by love unrequited.
I searched for love where it truly did not exist.
I searched,
And I searched, and I searched,
And left the same way I came,
Empty handed.
Small Doll chips away,
Small Doll likes the fray,
Small Doll knows nothing,
But the sad decay,
When I was younger, my mother’s name for me was Doll.
Her hair was golden thread, her eyes were glass.
She would dress me and undress me, and hold my pink hands and sing,
“How perfect you are,
Like a marionette,
She sits a puppet with hanging strings
Tangled in masters hands.
Her once darling dress,
Now just tattered remnants of what once was.
Her face so delicately designed
The implications of your strength confuse
My emotions and leave me perplexéd;
Do I find safety in your able arms,
Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine?
The way you take control is my excuse
Its blinking button eyes
Lashes Plucked
Clean conscience lies
Demons of possess
Its ragged red dress
Hides in the shadows; tireless
Awakened by the silver moon
Loom through loom
Your eyes are small and round
They thin when you smile
See—liquid brown is their color, hated by most loved by me.
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Loving you is-
A single porcelain doll with the gentle smile
And a face of pure white - innocent and simple;
Light shadow to the eyes and a faint blush,
Relaxed with hands resting on her lap.
