Porcelain
By Anybody_Killette
I looked through a window
at this beauiful doll.
she was porcelain
Her eyes blue
Her hair blonde
and her once white skin
was now dirty and broken.
her eyes no longer had that shine
her dress was tattered
and she was missing a shoe.
and I thought to myself
this beautiful doll
doesn't have a home
and has been neglected
sometime in her short life.
how does she end up
sitting there
for the whole world to see
just waiting
for someone to realize her beauty
and pick her up
and mend her broken pieces
and show her that love
that she had once known
but forgotten?
and everyday
she stares out the window
into a world
of sorrow and grief
happiness and love
war and hate.
and still wants to be a part of it.
a part of something beautiful.
why won't anyone choose her?
as I touched the glass
with tears in my eyes
I realized that me and this doll
had so much in common.
I realized that this dolls hair
was not blonde but pink.
I realized that the window
was but a mirror
revealing not a reflection
of a doll
but a reflection of myself.
Why wont anyone choose her...
Comments on "Porcelain"
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A former member wrote:
the feelings in this one were so very well felt.i loved it and could relate so easily..great job!
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A former member wrote:
OMG..this is by far my most fav poem..holy shit i fuckin loved this..fantastic!!!!!Damn this was awsome!! ~manda~
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On Wednesday, March 21, 2007, Bella Butchery
(724) wrote:
such desperation, i sometimes miss the older members who dont post, maybe you should?
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A former member wrote:
This should be stamped "No assembly required." The pieces fell into place rather nicely and the closing had an excellent curve. Well done.
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On Saturday, November 4, 2006, the dried flower
(67) wrote:
i'm in a loss of words at the moment.....this poem was ausome.
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A former member wrote:
I can totally relate to this. So many unsung heroes go unnoticed in this world. Sucky thing is the unsung that would be perfect for the other unsung never seem to find each other.
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A former member wrote:
You'd think there'd be some kind of beacon lighting the path but hey it's the nature of the beast. Cool write, can't even begin to describe how many good people go about unknown.
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A former member wrote:
Anyway, enough rambling. Very much enjoyed. ~Ship!
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On Sunday, August 21, 2005, elisa
(1616) wrote:
a paradox of hidden truths...