A wish rolls down my tongue.
Secret and blasphemous for my own ears,
but yet it persists,
leaving bloody claw marks along my mind.
A life, I want, sprayed in mannequin color,
plastic happiness in a pretty bow package,
glitter sprinkled image to disperse tha dark,
loved for the looks and Barbie doll smiles
and nothing else,
without trying to prove self worth,
a suggar coated bliss to impersonate.
A contest entry
- What I Want by Dalaney.
1200 points, ended March 8, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very beautiful Check your spell check but otherwise a great piece!
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Your secret is safe here. This reminded me of the movie Mean Girls - 'the plastics', I could never want to be one of them.... Good luck in the contest
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Oh no. That is mean plastic life. I was viewing more of the California/Malibu plastic life, where everyone seems to be living Barbie and Ken dolls and if you look like that with shallow personality to match you are the bomb. Still thanks for keeping it secret.
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quite a unique portrait.....
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Thank you. It was a special prompt for a special contest by a special poet. I wouldn't imagine anything else, but uniqueness for her.
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