Porcelain DollPorcelain doll with tangled hair, People pass or stop and stare, Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born, Her plastic heart has melted down, Her stunning smile, a perfect frown, Her shining future, a blackened road, Her flowing words, a fucked up code.Porcelain Doll
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead, And voices scream inside her head, A falling rain of acid tears, Mirrors reflecting all her fears, A fire raging through her veins, Drugs to reduce all her pains, Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised, Her staggering
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhymeInsomnia:Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme
twinkle twinkle little pain I see you’ve come to play again lodged here in my soul so tight turning brightness into night twinkle twinkle tearing ache please let me sleep to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep my life in tatters at my feet.. if I should Wake before I die I pray these tattered wings can fly..
twinkle twinkle empathic strain I never want to feel again trapped here in this world so cold where self is wrong and Us is gold. twinkle twinkle falling tear.. how i
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Official Talent Scout for the Lost Souls Poetry Club- [link]
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Bob Dahlstrom: Artist, sometimes writer.
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Infected wounds that will never heal
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"Shut up or I'll rip off your arm and beat you with it!"
"Oh, go hug a bunny."-Remi
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Infected wounds that will never heal
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...Made with love for a heartless world...
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