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Amy Nov 2020
Your inner child
Is still afraid
Is still wanting to play

The monsters in the wardrobe
The most lovely doll
It´s still waiting for you
Into the depth of your mind

Sometimes it calls out to you
But you won´t listen

Only your dreams
Offer ashore
For the forgotten waves

What will you do?

Is it right, is it wrong
You may wonder

Where is the line?

There is none
There is just you
And yourself

Don´t suffocate yourself
Others had done it enough

It´s time to raise
Not out of the ashes
But out of the water instead

Go another way
And maybe you will be blessed
By a children's laugh
Aŧül Nov 2020
I was born a boy,
My deeds are straight,
And manly too.

However, I love a doll,
Her name is Mïŧālī,
And she is so chubby.

A daughter before marriage,
She is so cute and sweet,
Just like a forgotten childhood dream.

Pull her cheeks,
Cuddle her chin,
And kiss her lips.

I want to do it all,
Day in & day out,
Each & every day.
My HP Poem #1896
©Atul Kaushal
imehsahdehahs Oct 2020
you are all paper dolls

that I made

you heart is so ******* white

the color of your fears
doll maker
Cross Boundry Sep 2020
I lost myself finding you.

You scared me that day
So I spent hours bringing you
back.
But on the way I dropped myself
and became your doll
So now I sit on your shelf
Until you lose yourself
again.

I found myself leaving you.
and never coming back.
Lily Sep 2020
The free box lies in the
Corner of the garage,
Where the crickets and the
Spiders and the raccoons live,
And the doll is slouched in the corner,
With more dirt on her than the garage floor.
Her hair is without color,
Her eyes without life,
As she stares up at the innocent
Garage salers who rarely give her a
Second glance.
She’s in the free box;
Why would anyone bother?
She’s been abused and neglected,
Despised and rejected,
And she’s finally done with it all.
She’s in the free box;
Why would anyone bother?
this was written at a time when I wasn't in such a good place; I am doing much better now and I'm hoping to write more :)
Holly Aug 2020
I am held together
by tape and pins inside,
make shift stitches
are the only things
keeping myself from
falling apart.
There are so many chips
In my skin
I do not know
If they are from mine
or everybody else’s
loathing.
My strings are so weak
there is no telling
when I will have to cut them,
and let my limbs
fall far beneath my feet.
You would think
I would be better
at keeping myself
from ruining everything else,
but I have spent too much time
tearing myself up
to know how to
hold anything worth saving
In my bloodied hands.
My lips have been
stretched so thin
from keeping all my secrets
locked inside
I drool blood and grief
through the sutures.
Please use me,
i have no idea
how to do this on my own,
and I am not my own master
anymore.
I don’t know how to exist
without you.
I have been left on the floor
for so long
I am a mess
of broken attempts
to fix something
that cannot be mended.
I am unsure
I will even work right,
but I need someone
to tug on my ropes
and make it seem
like I am more alive
than this.
Seranaea Jones Dec 2020
-


"if a child imparts a spirit into them,
some toys will retain hope,

for —at least— however long the
batteries might hold out...
"


I was born on her 7th birthday in 2007, before then I knew nothing.
She held me in wanting hands and her kiss gave Me life.
My soul was born that day and
We fell in love !

I cant remember all the joy and fun we had, too much of it I guess.
She used to dress Me in all kinds of outfits that I loved.
We were One with each other, and would be
Mates for life !

One day she was very sad, she held me tight and
I held her together. Hours went by as Sisters,
Yet —somehow— we drifted apart—

She was learning tough new lessons
while I began a remedial course
in redundancy..





I cannot imagine how I got here, usually I stayed
on her bedside. I am now boxed and buried
with Her toys of abandonment.  

When !

When did I last see her,
maybe last May ?  



"just for once,
—please— take me out
and hold me,
                          please??"




i guess
this is the room
where toys are sent to die,
to fade from memory and existence.
There must be more to it than this dark
and lonely space. Am I more but less ???

maybe just,
                      Misplaced ???




What did I do wrong???  
She gave me LIFE !!
WHY!!!



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
07FF—!!!battery alarm!!!
00B1—!!!MEM_ error!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My thoughts — going, batteries
about to leak paste now,
weeks now,
and—
                        and i  ... ...

What was I thinking there,
Oh yes!!!
she Will come for me!
Just a bad day
I guess-

Thinking maybe,
She's
              forgotten...




s jones
2007-2020


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sadnspicy0 Aug 2020
Silky hair,
cotton head,
and her dress is crimson red,
glossy eyes,
button nose,
beautilicious - head to toes.

She's the most iconic mess:
livin' high without stress.
You might assume she's a piece of art,
but darling, she has no heart...
Anastasia Jun 2020
dancing on a moonless night
the air is cold
stars the only light
a lacy white dress
flowing with her movement
is she porcelain
or is she human
a music box plays
while she slowly spins
her limbs held together
with staples and pins
sweet tinklings and chimes
while she closes her eyes
trapped in a hell
a soft gentle demise
winding down
the music slows
to staccato notes
there is no flow
just jerky beats
eventually

silence

my hands reach for the key
Eva May 2020
Mattel is proud to present their new doll
Barbie as a mom
Barbie as a mom let kids explore their nurturing side
Barbie as a mom comes with exclusive accessories like
A child
And a bottle to keep them quiet
Barbie can now look responsible and put together between her friends
Barbie can now proudly show her offspring and receive compliments
Enjoy all the perks that Barbie as a pet owner didn't have
Barbie as a mom can also wear matching outfits and upload them to Instagram
Wouldn't she look so cute?
Accessories don't have names
Doll cannot stand alone
Colors and decorations may vary
I always felt that my existence was an extension of my mother’s. The only reason she wanted me was to stay still and be pretty next to her. I was an accessory that didn’t have a voice of their own. She just wanted to play house.
And when I started to talk and developed my own personality, she was triggered. She did not sign up for that.
-🍎
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