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Vanessa Grace Mar 2016
Sometimes I feel like that broken china doll
you found lying in a garage sale last summer.
Blackened eyes, busted lip,
and threatening to shatter at the slightest touch.
I oftentimes struggle to remind myself,
it's not my fault I ended up this way—
—for even the most avid of admirers
will occasionally drop their toys.
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Gaida Abdullah Jan 2016
So empty and vain
Forced smile on cadaver
Carrying loads of misfortunes
Dead alive and alive when l sleep

Is it life or human design
To hammer my shell
And emerge broken bird
So they can doll me up to play
A doll was tattered and worn
Made with white porcelain
And tangled white hair;
worn out from despair.

Sitting in a graveyard,
Nowhere else to go.
Leaning against a tombstone.
A place she cannot leave alone.

And the snow begins to fall
On her tattered silken dress
Thinking of what she once had
A soul like her that she called "dad"

Nothing to be heard for miles,
The silence is almost dreary.
The only sound you hear is snow
Not even from the ground below.

A small knock she hopped for
A small sign of presence.
But the heavy snow fills the space,
Until it covered the dolls white face.

The forceful wind began to blow
the piercing cold hurts her so
An icicle falls from her eyes of blue,
This was the moment she finally knew.

She realized he couldn’t speak
That dreaded disease had made him weak.
All is white without a trace.
She closed her eyes for one last time
As she felt his warm embrace.
Sara Leal Oct 2015
Just a doll.
Abandoned there,
With the other dolls.
I'm just a doll.
Waiting to be chosen,
When you come from that door.
I always wait,
For you.
But you never play with me.
You never did.
Even when you bought me.
You just put me here.
But I really don't care.
I love you so much.
I wish you would chose me.
But in fact,
I'm just a doll,
And you never want to play with me.
English version
Sara Leal Oct 2015
I finally understood.
I'm not a master.
I'm not your master.
I'm just a doll being controlled.
Controlled by love.
Your love.
And I can't,
I can't stop of being chained to you.
I'm dependent of you.
If you don't breath I don't breath either.
I never intended this to happen.
But it did.
I'm obsessed with you.
Like I said,
I'm just a doll being controlled,
By love.
Your love.
English version
Nameless Oct 2015
Just a metaphor
...
For someone's twisted fix,
On an unrequited love.
Obsession.
You're obsessed,
with me!?
Of all things...
Things that are wrong.
...
Struggling
to get free.
THAT!
That is when I realize;
How small,
How weak,
And
How easily
someone could end my life.
...
I have paper skin
And
Glass bones.
I'm a porcelain doll,
But the varnish is worn
&
My innocent face is cracking.
So frail,
So delicate;
But
I break my own bones.
And
I'm left with
My torn paper skin.
...
Of a Self-destruction.
I'll make you a doll of clay;
I'll fire it and paint it for you.
You can love the doll or break it.
Take the doll instead of me,
so if the doll gets broken I'd still be okay.
Tyler Cobain Sep 2015
Big Brother they aren't monitoring your thoughts
They're distracting you so you can't think at all
Walk around pretend you're having a ball

In Mandy's head silence grows louder
There's too many distractions around her

Part of a generation with media saturation
A drought of originality
Has become our sad reality
Part of a generation bored with medication

Have you ever committed the biggest sin and wished away time.

I'm (feeling) happy therefore I cannot create.
This is the best I can do right now.
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