Princess Jasmine stares at me
with her pupils of sea green plastic gems.
She looks happy, after eight years in closets and boxes.
She couldn't see the dark, with her plastic gem eyes,
and a painted smile on her face.
A disgustingly incorrect Chinese doll.
Her feet are so small.
Clearly bound.
No wonder she cannot balance when I put her down.
She wears a yellow decorated dress.
Was yellow not forbidden for anyone but the emperor?
I pick up a plastic pink purse.
It is Pseudo Leather.
Has three pennies inside.
I pretended I was rich.
And I was, rich in mind.
Only one page in a spy notebook is written on.
"I see a teenage girl riding on skates
Wearing a white sweater,
She is wearing black gloves and a hat."
Who was I documenting? Why did I care?
Who is she now?
Woven shoes I could not wait to grow into when I was three.
Woven shoes I never wore until I was too old.
Where did this life go?
Someone must have stolen it.
A photo of a preschool class that contained
The first person I ever wanted to marry.
A black boy with a kind smile.
The only name I can remember him by is
Fuzzy Head.
That's what I called him, because of his hair.
Pop songs I wrote but never sung.
Because I never became the Second Grade Britney Spears.
In an acrostic I made, the 'I' stood for 'Innocent'.
Stuffed animals I once loved with all my heart.
Now look to me like starved bits of fluff.
I apologise for their neglect.
I truly mean it too.
Looking through a Kaleidoscope, and turning it at my light,
Someone sends me a perfect metaphor.
It's all physically the same stuff,
But as time rotates,
It will never look the same again.
Author notes
I was cleaning out my closet a few days ago, and found all this stuff. (Except for the pop songs. They're still around there somewhere, even though I didn't find them.)
The last thing I found was an old kaleidescope. You know, those tubes you turn with all this junk at the end and it's reflected prettily through mirrors.
That's when I understood. This was my life once, but everything has a different meaning now.
Written April 15th, 2005
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Wow is all I can say. This is definitely a great read. I love the way the last 3 lines tie together the whole thing. That is great writing. Very enjoyable. This will go on my computer favorites so I can read it often. Very very very good write with an awesome meaning. I just say wow and wow!
And no, I didn't take any offense to your comment at all. I appreciate it very much, especially the criticism. I did think about those lines and contemplate on not putting them in there, but I knew my girlfriend would cry when she read that so I kinda put it in there for comic relief. It was meant as a joke to her. I don't really know what she thought. But maybe it worked. Thanks again. -
Shannon? *poke* uhh. Thankyou very much. (british accent) I expect you'd find Elmo back there, as he has been missing for quite a while, isn't that correct, my dear Watson?
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Hmm.......I never commented about this piece? Oh well.
Wonderful piece, dear Ninque-Aiwe! Truly your best poem on the site (even though all of your poems are fabulous)
Uhh...yeah. I'm really hyper.
I wonder what I'd find if I cleaned out my closet? I'm beginning to run out of room to hide the bodies under my bed so some of them are in my closet now......along with Billy.
MUAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks for the comment. I'm so happy you understood where I was coming from on this.
I'll think about the credit thing, I don't like the really precise ones like:
Earl, Carrie Gordon. "FAQ: ESCR." 10 Dec. 2004. http://www... (11 May 2005)
And stuff, that's annoying. What about "© Ninque-Aiwe of allpoetry.com, can be conntacted at swazznibber@yahoo.com" That will be fine by me.
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i really love this poem. you recommended it to me for my magazine, i would love to use it. how would you like me to credit you? this poem really spoke to me, i know exactly what you mean.
p.l.
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a nice nostalgic trip back through your life.
some good observations:
"A disgustingly incorrect Chinese doll.
Her feet are so small.
Clearly bound.
No wonder she cannot balance when I put her down."
that's classic!
I wonder what I'd find if I went through my closet. hahaha. I'm afraid to even look!
I like the closing stanza. clever ending.
~travis
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This is not bad. I do wonder about neglection, as the word should be neglect. Otherwise, this is really a quite intriguing write. It raises lots of questions, even though it doesn't answer any of them.
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Interesting write, creative and different, congrats on the good job you did here, later
I look forward to reading more of you in the future.
Thank you for featuring this, It was well worth the read
Your Friend, The incomparable, Crackertl82
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