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3.9k · Nov 2014
Dollhouse
Katie Elzinga Nov 2014
Porcelain skin,
white with rosy cheeks.
Lips sewn shut,
concealing her shrieks.
Knotted hair,
with pink pretty bows.
Smiling mouth,
lips red as a rose.
Eyes open,
staring at blank space.
Pretty dresses,
covered all in lace.
Broken teacups,
will soon fall apart.
Never revealing,
her lack of a heart.
Perfect girl,
with an alluring complexion.
Fails to see,
her and her reflection.
Flawless,
you can’t see her cracks.
Scarred,
only seeing whites and blacks.
Collecting dust,
sitting on a shelf.
Contemplating,
life itself.
A poem I wrote for school, let me know if you like it? I also don't know what to put as a title so feedback on that would be helpful (:
2.1k · Nov 2014
Evergreens
Katie Elzinga Nov 2014
You closed the door,
But I was standing on the other side.
With shivering lips and numb fingertips,
You made me hide.
Peeking behind trees,
Crouching to where I cannot be seen,
A ghost with a pale face,
Living among the evergreens.

Hiding so you won’t see me,
Shaking with fear.
The pelting rain,
Blending with my tears.
I see your shadow,
But fog covers the glass.
You were my first,
And now my last.

You are no longer my sun,
And rainy days have surely come.
Stumbling in 5 inches of deep regret,
but I have not fallen yet.
I miss your sunshine,
I was always the clouds.
Keeping your rays for myself,
But sometimes two is a crowd.

My lips still ache,
To one day whisper your name.
Until then my heart will break,
The world ends in flames.
This is a group poem me and a few others made in class, but I tweaked it a bit.
670 · Nov 2014
Hello My Name is Ann
Katie Elzinga Nov 2014
SKIN AND BONES
SCRATCHING AT YOUR DOOR
WHISPERING
"DON'T EAT ANYMORE."
CUT YOUR SKIN
LET THE BLOOD RUN DRY
TEARS COVER YOUR FACE
DON'T TELL THEM WHY.
SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT
PRETEND THAT YOU'RE FINE
ACT LIKE YOU'RE NOT DYING
DEEP DOWN INSIDE.
BE AN ACTRESS
MAKE THEM BELIEVE
THAT YOU DON'T HAVE MARKS
UNDERNEATH YOUR SLEEVES.
PEOPLE WILL REALIZE
WHEN ITS ALL TOO LATE
YOU'RE ALREADY IN YOUR CASKET
AND THEY'RE DIGGING YOUR GRAVE.
i like to rhyme i guess.

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