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Array ( [sid] => 132638 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Doll Face [time] => 2007-03-12 23:18:11 [hometext] => I wrote this a long time ago and just now got to posting it...not the greatest but oh well [bodytext] => Pain, sorrow, loneliness,
Feelings of the weak,
Feelings of the mortal,
The mask of time bears heavily,
Upon me the sorrow weighs down,
Iíd hate to become mere plastic,
But what choice shall I have?
A dead a lifeless heart,
Beating yet unfeeling,
It is my soul that experiences pain,
Was once happy and free,
As my heart took the beatings,
Now my heart lives not,
And my souls bares it all,
The abuse, lose, horror called memories,
All attached, chaining my soul to the dust,
Soon it shall die as well,
Truly I care not if it is to be so,
Perhaps for the best it may be,
Dolls donít feel breath,
Heartless, soulless, face always smiling,
Dolls can not hurt,
They know neither pain nor joy,
Yet still their smile is frozen fast,
No one knows why, nor cares,
Dolls, beautiful and cold,
If my soul fades
A doll shall remain,
A plastic, empty, and cold fake smile.

Behold my only comfort is this:
People love what is fake,



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Doll Face

Contributed by alison on Monday, 12th March 2007 @ 11:18:11 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Pain, sorrow, loneliness,
Feelings of the weak,
Feelings of the mortal,
The mask of time bears heavily,
Upon me the sorrow weighs down,
Iíd hate to become mere plastic,
But what choice shall I have?
A dead a lifeless heart,
Beating yet unfeeling,
It is my soul that experiences pain,
Was once happy and free,
As my heart took the beatings,
Now my heart lives not,
And my souls bares it all,
The abuse, lose, horror called memories,
All attached, chaining my soul to the dust,
Soon it shall die as well,
Truly I care not if it is to be so,
Perhaps for the best it may be,
Dolls donít feel breath,
Heartless, soulless, face always smiling,
Dolls can not hurt,
They know neither pain nor joy,
Yet still their smile is frozen fast,
No one knows why, nor cares,
Dolls, beautiful and cold,
If my soul fades
A doll shall remain,
A plastic, empty, and cold fake smile.

Behold my only comfort is this:
People love what is fake,







Copyright © alison ... [ 2007-03-12 23:18:11]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Doll Face (User Rating: 1 )
by AKA_Anonymous on Tuesday, 13th March 2007 @ 12:16:49 AM AEST
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Ironically, in reference to the last 2 lines, this is the most "real" thing I've read and felt in a long time.

Take heart, my friend.

Beautiful write.

Cheers,
M



Re: Doll Face (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Tuesday, 13th March 2007 @ 01:14:37 PM AEST
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Good job and love the truth of the last line. The struggle is separating oneself from the commercial vanity that is spoon fed into our brains. Personally there are many in my time with 'trophy' wives who because of expectation, become dolls that gravitate toward the role seemingly for security rather than a true vital exchange soul to soul.
Most of this ilk will boldly call out "Doll Face" can you get us some coffee?" for example without realizing what they give credence to.

Well Done

Peace
Yang


Re: Doll Face (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 12:48:42 AM AEST
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It is easy to be the doll face. The person who can express what is inside is the true beauty in this life...well done..lots of heart and wisdom shown in your piece.


Re: Doll Face (User Rating: 1 )
by whiteleo1984 on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 08:48:10 AM AEST
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people ouv what is fake only becuz that all we c... no one shows us the real side of themselves... no one ever will, becuz they fear what the world will do once it sees it... i tried 2 show someone my real side once and it blew back at me, they tried 2 change it, to mold me in2 someone else... people only luv what they c, and they only c the fake




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