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Laura May 5
I split apart at the seams
Like a rag doll.
When the fraying stopped  
I stitched myself back together

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My fingers are too ******,
Sweetheart,
To let you tear me again.
Ig: laura_poetessa
Isabella Terry Jul 2018
Why am I your effigy?
You burn, you mock, you curse at me;
You tell me who I’m supposed to be,
But instead, I’m just your effigy.

Rip my skin, and scream and shout,
And tear all of my stuffing out.
Then whine, and cry, and moan, and pout,
Then beat me blue, and scream and shout.

Pin me up, and pierce my heart,
Then rip all of my limbs apart.
Blame me again, and then you’ll start,
To bruise my lungs and pierce my heart.

Punish me each time you drink;
After all, I’m only me.
Your daughter? No, it’s clear to see,
That I am just your effigy.
Madison Li Mar 2017
I’m lost!
Help me! I sob.
I’m drowning in, from everything-
Tears of sorrow
Salty as they drip into my mouth
Scarlet red blood
I try to wipe it,
But it’s hopeless
It gushes out like a riptide,
Leaving a mess
Too abundant to dissipate
There’s not a sufficient amount of rain
From the good old days
That could wash away my pain.
All that is left in the aftermath
Is my ragdoll body in need of support
Someone to lean on,
Or perhaps a friend
To confide in.
And maybe something intangible too,
Something that only a sprinkling
Of propitious people in the world can truly experience-
Love.
Drip, drip, drip,
Where are you?
Melody Claire Jan 2016
Your glass eyes are always leaking tears, but I don't mind it.
The needle in my hand will always sew you back together.
Your stringy hair is cut in all the wrong places.
Still beautiful.
I don't understand why you always creep into dark, dusty spaces,
But I'm always here to dust you off.
No, you're not made of silk or velvet
Nor porcelain or glass.
You're made from pieces of old memories;
some ineffable others melancholy.
You, are simply a haunting piece of sublimity.
Shin Apr 2014
I felt the warmth caress my cheek like
the light of heaven radiating down
on me. Looking up I saw my mother,
with eyes blue, and a dress smudged by her youth.
Laughter and love streaked down my face and it
could be said this moment was infinite
in all of its grandeur. But we knew of
this falsehood, for god left for the stars and
you were my angel, but the men took you
too. They marched in; their tin guns rattling
to a tune I didn't know. The storm grew
on until finally, I looked and saw
mother taken into its gaping maw.
My limp retreat, hastened by the need to
escape the reality laid before
me.
As the sad scurried escape continued,
I felt my most intimate seams begin
to tear. The contents of my creator spilling
onto the cold ground. Those tin toy soldiers
surrounded me, and I realized something.
“A ragdoll can't flee”
With an air of vengeance, I took their bait;
biting down on the cursed fruit bestowed
to me by our nonexistent savior.
With a smile I split my seam and screamed out
to all the fallen toys, and fallen joys.
“Hush now men, mother, and me this is life;
this is love, and can't you see what it doe-”
My thought grew dark as a cold tin soldier
finished the job, and I joined my mother
within the ash.
I felt the warmth caress my cheek like
the light of heaven radiating down
on me. Looking up I saw my mother,
with eyes blue, and a dress smudged by her youth.
Laughter and love streaked down my face and it
could be said this moment was infinite
in all of its grandeur. But we knew of
this falsehood, for god left for the stars and
you were my angel, but the men took you
too. They marched in; their tin guns rattling
to a tune I didn't know. The storm grew
on until finally, I looked and saw
mother taken into its gaping maw.
My limp retreat, hastened by the need to
escape the reality laid before
me.
As the sad scurried escape continued,
I felt my most intimate seams begin
to tear. The contents of my creator spilling
onto the cold ground. Those tin toy soldiers
surrounded me, and I realized something.
“A ragdoll can't flee”
With an air of vengeance, I took their bait;
biting down on the cursed fruit bestowed
to me by our nonexistent savior.
With a smile I split my seam and screamed out
to all the fallen toys, and fallen joys.
“Hush now men, mother, and me this is life;
this is love, and can't you see what it doe-”
My thought grew dark as a cold tin soldier
finished the job, and I joined my mother
within the ash.
A poem written, and obstructed for class.

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