She was carved by the hand of a jealous creator
and became a porcelain doll, with skin as soft
as the moonlit sky and eyes that held a mysterious
beauty behind them
when the pieces were lost, the mystery was found
underneath her porcelain mask, pain stabbed through
her ruby red lips and crimson cheeks, her delicate painted
eyes only sparkled because they were made of glass
the flowing words she spoke were a fucked up code
sputtered out in monotone, but somewhere amongst
the words came tears that spoke of broken dreams,
she had seen too many to wish for one of her own
his kisses were like acid that burned and melted
the ceramic away, she was always tough enough
to break but not enough to mend, losing parts of
herself with every crack of the porcelain
is she now your perfect dream? with eyes so dark
her reflection fades through and painted red lips that
never let her smiles pass, I bet you think her china mask
will keep her safe, but have you forgotten how easily china can break
Author notes
A contest entry
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Comments
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Nice
I really lov this it has great atmosphere and imagery. It reminds me of someone I used to know LOL. Thanks for entering -
i cant define what exactly i like about this piece, but i really enjoyed it. thanks so much for sharing this, and goos luck in my contest
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(claps slowly and bows)
This was beautiful. The story told here of broken dreams placed with the imagery made this poem.
(smiles gently)
The dark dance of words and sadness, the broken form of humanity when no longer human. The hidden pain and shocking torture of moments that pass all too slowly. All of this fit to make a wonderful work here. Wonderfully done and welcome to the finalists.
Your Czarina,
~Seraph
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