Dolls

Color my eyes,
color them wild.
Shape me
 I am all that you see.
All that you were,
relive in me.
Voodoo doll;
form my skin
Release the beast i'm meant to be.
But i'm meant to be me?
Poisonous needles through my skin.
All the while I scream silently
I stand patient as you create me.
This one cannot cry
Stuffed with belligerence
Breath in I.
I am decayed hearts,
severed minds.
I am what you'll never admit to yourselves.

Reviews

[Boantlers]

It is so that the young woman of the world are shaped by the hands of what men want them to be, it has been this way forever, and I do find it sad in so many ways how it has eventuated. We can't blame anyone in the world accept the entire world itself for the way that anyone maybe. I think it is on us in this generation to re-shape the way we bring up each and every one of our beautiful children.
Pay for the sin and start a new. We must show them the love they bare in themselves, working to protect and help it fruit.

Good write.

[Calypso]

I love this. It's so dark and full of emotion.

[Marie Harrison]

Brilliant write! It's very creative. Love the pic too. Fabulous job.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Poetry is an art and here you’ve displayed that. Nice work, great job.

[Huggy Bear]

Deep and meaningful. I love this poem:)

[wthz freestylen]

I admitted it.. ha But in all seriousness liked the poem was a sense of.. uhm idk but it was there and @ nakadpoet was just you lol..

is it just me or do the words actually take shape of a doll?

or am i just that tired?

nice personification of the painful fate of such a creation.

[Moonflower]

This was amazing

[KatiePie]

This was genius, the flow the feel of it, the whole thing, beautiful work, really.

[Christine]

I really like this! The feeling of hopelessness and betrayal (because yes, I feel some betrayal in there) really come through! I also loved the images you created, too