Illusions pass in front of me like the wind,
I can not see them,
Not fully,
Not in detail,
Not as anything more then simple dreams,
All of them delusions akin to silk,
Spreading over my flesh like fingers caressing,
Stroking,
Moving deep within me.
My eyes remain open,
Wide as a child’s,
My figure here before you,
White clad,
I’m the semblance of the broken doll,
My limbs chipped and smashed away,
Shattered lips,
Their porcelain pink no longer moist,
Dry and cracked they remain unable to speak.
Glass eyes ,
Clouded orbs,
They desperately seek,
Search,
Pursue you.
But to see past these illusions I must move past my own fear,
My panic that has hindered me for so long.
They say I shall one day,
Move beyond this veil of terror,
This fog that has covered my eyes since birth.
To be innocent,
That is what they say,
Then I’ll be innocent…………
Naïve and chaste……….
Such simple words are these,
Pure in their meaning with no hidden significance,
The white petal,
Untouched sand,
These are what such words denote,
Flesh left unhandled,
Loins barren of warmth.
…….Innocence……..
These words,
These terms,
So sacred yet thrashed about,
Thrown to meet any unchaste woman with deceiving eyes,
Her soft morsels already devoured,
Her fleshy tissue soiled with the waters of many,
Their rivers flowing through her with no claim to her blushing skin.
Her filth hovers over this land,
And yet my unscathed tissue,
My barren womb is here hidden and safeguarded,
But you refuse to call me by pure words.
I sit here and watch you,
To the world I’m the forgotten and the tainted,
But I smile,
Thought imperfect by the imperfect,
I never asked for your thoughts,
For your approval,
Your’s is not who’s I seek,
But His,
And that is all I need,
For the Broken doll that I am,
That is all I need.
Author notes
Ok, I have been working on this one for some time now. It is sort of personal, but I'm not going to say what it is about cause it is sort of quite personal. But I hope everyone can take something for it as their own. Whether or not it is the same as what I get from it.
Please What Do you Get From This?
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Masterpiece
wow, i am floored by this one.
"i am the semblance of a broken doll
my limbs smashed and chiped away"
that particular part really struck a chord with me. comparing yourself with something broken, well that sort of typifies me. you are not alone in with this feeling.
i respect your privacy as to what this poem means, but nevertheless, i loved it...as i do all of you writes.
you've got some amazing talent, girl. i am in awe of you!
love,
rich
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Thankies, I'm glad ya liked it, this one took me a long time to write.
Talk to you later!
~Rhia~
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Great!
I loved it.
The imagery used is amazing.
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I loved this much.
i love the way you've formulated every emotion and thought and expression, all coming from the soul of an open heart.
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