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A broken glass doll with her benighted hope
Looks down on her life whilst the familiar desire for perfection seeps in.
Yet, against the starlit sky, the reprimands of others fade.
His love is the sea, dragging her under and marring her skin;
His love is fracturing her infrastructure that wary years made.
With the flicker of her lashes their desires unite-
His hunger fulfilled and her curiosity satisfied by the moon's luminosity.
Promises fill the air binding both parties tight,
Yet, by Morning's first questions the facade gives way to the greedy city.
No strings attatched- he did not sign up for this!
It is simply her dastardly womanly assumptions that what is so small
Is so much more, that all devotions and the world should be sealed in his kiss.
Hollow tears fall as truth reveals she was just his doll.

My Blog

Lack of Luster Ages Dolls

Words are the treat, the meat,That consumes me whole.I mightn't eat a month or twoFor others' words suggest as much,And I, as Luck would have it,Heed the taunts and bite the baitsThat Fate had warned ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 20:24:00 GMT

I'm no Aesop

The tenacity of the butterfly Is hidden well. You mightn't seeHer fraternize with the nightingale,Or socialize on the lower scales.Her hidden motives are publicly disguisedSo that lies are well blende...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:55:00 GMT

Traces of the past may last

Her infatuated smile shows her knowledge of the game.Play on the innocence for the while,But the casualty is always the same.Too many words to form the syntax-The sin that Draws you in.So quickly were...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 18:46:00 GMT

Flaws are the freedom of humanity

The place where nothing is seen-That place where only dreamsAre allowed to escape.To flow from behind the thick lashes,They scheme.From behind wistful wishes they grow,They know The pain of a shallow ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 20:47:00 GMT

The Times

The times after blur into each other. I remember the places. I remember the feelings, the emotions. But I can't number them. Each promise spaced out enough to keep satisfaction going but not enough to...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 22:50:00 GMT

The lists

To the first boyfriend I ever hoped to love, you turned out to be a complete lie.You were never real, not with me. You loved the attention I gave you, my complete adoration and love for the fictitious...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:50:00 GMT

The Second Time

The second experience was the second worst. The first time was not the worst, believe it or not. It was a mistake. A slip. A dirty nasty mar that could be forgiven and wiped clean. I was ready to beli...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:15:00 GMT

The First Time

The year was 1998. Gateway was all the rage. Actually, computers in general were pretty fantastic things. My school had one. An IBM. I liked to play it. It was like the Super Nintendo with better thin...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 11:31:00 GMT

long don't bother

It still hurts I'm still so rawI'm still runningFrom my ghostsSeeking loveDown others' throatsThe pain is still thereIt will not leaveI cannot stayBut it is meIt still hurtsBut I don't want to admit t...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:35:00 GMT

Probably will not be the beginning

Once upon a time there was this girl.She held the world upon her open palms, never worried of the consequences that would stem from her actions. Though she knew Tragedy, met with Him and watched as He...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:13:00 GMT