I felt like smooth sweet tea
poured into brittle porcelain
it was a sense of, I would say
a guilty, blue satisfaction-
of being consumed by others
I'll be gone, as the empty cup
hits the table, 'ting!' as the
sound strikes the white noise
the windows to the noisy world
all gone, shut again, no more
to my eyes, to my ears, no more
I have become the bitter stain
left on white beautiful porcelain
easy to spot, and wipe the last of me
as I sink into the terrible drain
I shall never be seen again
this time, this is the last change
life is lost to peace, that ends pain

-Kaya

there once was a doll
with rosy cheeks
and porcelain skin.
her smile painted
a permanent  happiness
until she fell off the shelf
and since she was no egg
there were no kings men
to put her together again
so she laid on her floor
cried those porcelain tears.
the doll is no more long since
forgotten on the dusty  floor
just because she was never an egg.

Her pale porcelain skin scorched my mind
its imprint was all I could see
Such innocent hidden behind a jaded mind
Such beauty underneath

Her immaculate body longing to be smeared by my finger tips
Holding her close, keeping her safe, in suspended bliss
SAFETY it was found that night, right between her legs
Like trees aching for light, stretched to the sky, she begs

Inquiring on journeys before embark
her imprint was left on me
seeing  beauty in every cut and every mark
Such artistry to be seen    
  
I could deal with near pitch black, as long as there was enough light to dance, and glisten off her angelic eyes
SAFETY it was found that night, right between her thighs

I shall live in quiet life
Free from hang-ups
Believing that I'm just a fragment of your memories- forgotten
Good bye is not the right word nor see you soon
For I shall see you and meet you in my dreams
I shall believe, I'll forget you
I'll be back in simplicity and gray colors.
Someday, Perhaps

I saw your neck line.

I felt a wind
Being blown to my chest,

We were in a crowd when
Suddenly,
We were the only ones there;

The earth stood still
and for a moment I thought
I could hear my own breath.

Dancing with the porcelain girl
Around the room you twirl
Speed up
Slow down
Dip her fragile head
Pull her back to you
Lift her cracked body to the sky
Never let her drop
Lower her softly to her chipped toes
Grasp with love her hip
Take her hand
Smile to her glass eyes
Around the room you twirl
Dancing with the porcelain girl

His teeth brush her skin and she flinches.
Breathy gasps on shifting eyes
Slide across the icy air, and inches
Of separation mark porcelain lies.

Porcelain teeth mark crimson brands
And whiter still the skin where wedding bands
Rested not long ago
Upon skin that recoils from his perfect hands.
And choices that only she can know.

I adore you.
That is all there is to it.
Sometimes red poppies blossom in my stomach because of it
Like ***** watercolour water it grows increasingly murky
I find it is a beautiful shade of hurt and soul
It contrasts nicely with my porcelain casing
Like a tea *** I am poised to empty my contents
I adore, you.