Plastic Girl

My plastic feelings hang high up on the ceiling,

like wind up bats-

features dark and unappealing.

My plastic hands bend across your chest,

as I slowly peel your skin and steal away your flesh.

I am a plastic creation made out of borrowed sensations

my only mind is your mind,

a paper plane imagination

floating across the window of your soul,

as I peer across my future and what will soon be mine.

I used to be real

I used to be warm,

but the sun melted away my wings and I fell into the abyss of nothingness.

I woke up one day, earth coating my face, and I realized I had no place in this world.

the echo of time would haunt these hollow nights, but I could never remember why,

when I fell from the sky...

plastic was my toes, then my knees, then my breast,

and the rest of me became a plastic mystery...

you say I am yours, you say I am fantastic

you don't realize, that you never even touched the surface

I am only plastic.

I am constantly bending and reshaping my life

to see if I could feel something real,

but all I receive is temporary thrills and eternal strife...

Even if one day, I turn back to my old self

I'll still be this plastic thing, high up on a shelf,

wishing for once I could be something else...

Reviews

[Lore Keeper]

This poem was wonderfully dark, and gave me the feeling I was reading some eldritch horror story by H. P. Lovecraft, combined with Hellraiser by Clive Barker. Very well done, I enjoyed it a lot.

[Mari' Emeraude]

Hauntingly beautiful, I felt a coldness throughout this piece. I was rooting for a hopeful, brighter future for our "plastic girl." This poem proves that beauty can be exposed in even the coldest and dreariest of lines.

[MarkAndTheOcean]

Very lovely poem, very sad too. Yes, many people go through life becoming something else for the affection of attention of others, and sometimes people get so lost in their personas that they forget who they once were or even worse never knew to begin with.
Keep up the good work :D

[A.G.]

Thank you very much Mark ☺️

[Wild Rose]

Plastic girl > have /had you no feelings (for others or yourself)
I know about no feelings for others > If you are not my friend You dont matter to me
so when you say nasty things I dont respond in kind _ just shut you out of my world and mind

I am at peace but still harbour /remember those who did me wrong > there waiting (in repose) to be put down when I get the chance

[A.G.]

Thank you for understanding my words Wild Rose (: I feel the same, my perception of people. You know, this poem of me feeling plastic has a lot to do with how I was treated and the situations I put myself in...you learn though, to either love yourself or continue to fade away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

he fantasizes of someone, she tries to bend to his wishes...he just doesn't appreciate...and sooner or later she is plastic...not real...just going through motions and emotions...meaningless...and probably understanding that with someone who appreciated her, she could be something else.

i really like "the wind up bats.."

j.

[A.G.]

Thank you jacob for understanding my words (: glad you enjoyed it.
-Angelina

[LE Berry]

I really like the duality you've captured here Angelina, the person you write is not only accusing the persons she's with for her situation and self perception, but also herself. A well balanced and thought provoking emotional piece of truth...

[A.G.]

Thank you LE Berry for your kind review and being able to understand my poem 😊💛- means alot to me.
-Angelina 🖤

[Daniel Valentine Rivera]

A terrific somber poem! I love the imagery you paint when comparing yourself to being plastic. The scheme and flow are a breeze to read, it makes the poem much more enjoyable. What really stood out to me is how much dept and emotion are behind these words. Through much of the self pity, I see a sense of hope, that I am sure will find fulfillment. Like the line "I'll still be this plastic thing, high up on a shelf wishing for once I could be something else." it gives off the impression that you still believe there is chance to be something different. Speak it into existence. This poem is not plastic, the poem is the realest thing I've read all day. Thank you for sharing this!
-DVR

[A.G.]

Thank you Daniel so much for your kind review :) you made my day. i am glad you understood my words and enjoyed it. Maybe there is hope...i hope so. Have a good day my friend (:
-Angelina

[¿]

Hi Angel!
I've noticed that you always have a spectacular line in your poem...this time it's "I used to be......of nothingness" Honestly I was reading this again and again, it took me too deep....
The title is beyond perfect to showcase a life's struggles.....Plastic, the most undying element and it suffers a lot without any doubts! And the situation of this plastic girl can be hardly described in words.....Loved your creation again....Hope you have a wonderful holiday....Be blessed :)
PS : You're looking cute! ;)

[A.G.]

Smiles omg! 💖💖💖 That was so freaking sweet of you. I really appreciate that, and that you understand my words. Thank you beautiful Tahsin 😄 you have a blessed day as well.
-Angelina Garcia 🖤

[¿]

And may you have a blessed life dear one! You're welcome :)

[Chris Shaw]

Your lines are well written Angelina, I enjoyed both the internal and end of line rhyme which appeared very natural and unforced. The flow is good and you convey your feelings well. Life can be a struggle at times trying to find our true identity and being comfortable in the skin we live in.

Chris

[A.G.]

Thank u Chris 😊💛 i really appreciate your kind review.
-Angelina 🖤

[LazerRays]

Ah! This is perfect! This is well written and peiced together nicely. The idea of plastic girls has been taken before but you took it and made something new and fantastical to read. I love the mention of being melted to being reshaped hoping to feel real. The question is... Is the man plastic? Are you in a plastic world? No one knows, sometimes not even the original plastic one... I lik this piece; it was very much enjoyable

[A.G.]

thank you so much Sarah (: yeah, sometimes we or the plastic one is unaware that he or she is plastic and has turned empty over time. really good question you had asked. maybe, maybe...I guess we will never know :D smiles, I really appreciate your kind words and glad you enjoyed it. Take care my lovely friend.
-Angelina

[LazerRays]

Hahaha it was very enjoyable! But i think i like the mystery around this plastic world and girl. :) same to you!