#mannequin
I envy the stylish model
her styrofoam perfect *******
those legs that never need shaving
the sweet smile that needs no rest
the hair that’s always behaving
the pose that teasingly arrests
she’s a icon of current fashion
a flower neatly pressed
but no love will ever find her
no one cares if she’s undressed
she’ll never accomplish anything
never mind - I’m not impressed
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC
This mannequin is freer than me
I’m treed to taxes and age
She stands beautiful and pale beyond the beautician’s windowdoor
Glass cannot hinder one’s sight
A primrose crown my daughter made for her naked head now wilts
Still she is unaffected by life, the stoic Apolinaria
~ A.M, F.H.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 6:51 PM UTC
found myself a beautiful mannequin,
i glared at her as if my eyes are about to pop,
luckily i won!
but;
mom said i am crazy,
maybe that's why she got killed,
by a loser.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 1:11 PM UTC
It's harder for my lungs
to open up to new air
when you're here
than when you're not
After all your presence takes
all the space I used to shape
to fit my own self
my own taste
Instead you force me
into a mold you've created
Force my body to fit
my mind to submit
my patience to coexist
with things I never wanted
A life not made for me
I'm just one of your mannequins
to pass the time
when people disappoint you
life doesn't go your way
your choices don't matter
so that you can shape me
into your own frustrations
and smother my essence
I'm just one of your mannequins
and
now
that you've left
I don't fit
in myself.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Can you see me?
I’m standing in the spotlight,
wide smile glowing,
frozen in place.
And how do you feel?
I must make you uncomfortable
being so realistic
and yet so fake.
I stand day after day with
the fluorescent heat constant.
I’m sweating from the pressure,
But you can’t see from far away.
You can shuffle me around
and change my pose,
but my lack of control
gives an offbeat idea.
I know how you feel.
But you don’t know what to do.
So you speed walk away,
avoid the discomfort.
I’m trying so hard
not to be numb.
Waiting for my chance
to change and grow.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
You are fashion
Mrs. Juniper
Some days a fitted skirt
Others, a skinny jeans ensemble
The summertime catcalls and whistles
Over the length of your legs
And a slinky polka dot bikini
You pay no mind to
If fact, you don't even blink
Even when they lick the glass
It's a job to you
Plain and simple
And no matter how stiff it becomes
You're always willing
To lend a helping hand
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
Mannequins
Staring blankly
Motionless
Unfeeling
Yet fearful
Scared of what comes next
As they cannot do anything
To prevent it
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
Amazing deals and discounts
Twinkled
Semi-clad mannequin
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
EAT me maniacal mannequin
kiss my wishes. i am a broken
misunderstanding that only you
can understand AND SO the sun
Falls down across the erecting
Moon --the movers fell into
gracious love with the shakers
so lick me maniacal mannequin
and hold me until my skin turns
porcelain-blue like your heart.
:: 10-05-----2018 ::
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Staring at the girl who used to be innocent and pure,
Now just a mannequin of hated nothingness.
Dressed in the color red, a representation of love,
Now representing only that of which she lost.
The tears running down a perfect porcelain face,
Smudged makeup smeared upon its appearance.
I am beginning to realize I was nothing more than a burden, a bother, a mirror reflection.
Mocking me as my world comes crashing down,
My heart now unknown and forgotten.
The perfect picture you painted me to be was not even me at all.
Dolling me up, and puppetting me around, to follow your every will and whim.
You pressed me into this mold of a person, you taught me who I should and shouldn’t be.
So now that you’re gone, which me, is me...?
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
pain, pain,
regardless of the pain
i will be here in the rear-view
skating past and saying
'hell-ohhell-no'
to the passerby's in Jeep's and Prius
and Camry's
and Adidas shoes
all tattered and bled along highways
and back-roads of life.
when Robin Williams died by belt self-suffocation,
i was back in the dark of a previous mind and i cried
*** i saw myself in his suicide.
i saw my darkness colored in with pitch-black pastels,
*****
grass-stains,
and infidelity..
toffee from a homeless man
and
i hand him a cigarette.
my lungs were never my life-force - -
my lungs were never my life-force - -
all the blurry peripheral city lights
dancing in my withheld tears
as i marched from Douglas to Yates
and the old Korean karaoke bar
with the silent tv
dancing asians moving mouth-muscles for nothing
as the song sings someone else to sleep in Seoul..
the unwashed windows 3 floors up the office building are the strangest thing i noticed in this delicate flood of hopelessness, seagulls screeching from spider-men perches
on street-lamp,
power-line,
construction crane
"I want to be a man again
I want to be a mannequin."
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
I won't stand still
I won't do nothing
I won't be silent
I won't be rigid
I won't be inanimate
I will not pose for glory
I won't remain in my designated spot
I will not be pabulum
I will not join the flock
I will continue to follow the cadence of my heart
And I will continue forward
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.
I'm not yours to fix.
My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.
And I'm not yours to fix.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC