Treasure Island

Silentpoet Grl

Porcelain Doll

broken, the porcelain doll is laying
tossed aside, used and shattered.
her once fair perfect porcelain skin
now cracked and crimson stained
her sparkling glass eyes reflecting
a pool of past memories escaped
falling crystal tears painfully carving,
all innocence was long ago stolen,
as they dry upon this broken face.
painted smile fading, closed red lips
tightly sealing in many dark secrets
forever etched upon her fragile heart.
ghostly whispers quietly echoing,
as a haunting lullaby is faintly heard
inside this damaged porcelain doll
as a beautiful ghost crying, rises
taking the hand of the silenced doll,
mourning a lost life too early ended
standing by her grave, heart breaking,
the ghost sadly lets wilted flowers fall.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 04, 2012

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  • Kelly Seale (8/19/2012 5:32:00 AM)

    when I was reading this, images kept invading my mind, flashing images of what you described... almost as if i were there, or like a movie scene from Paranormal Activity or something. It had an uncanny, haunting effect on me. Powerful! Great Ink here! ! !
    -Kelly. (Report) Reply

  • George King (1/31/2012 10:55:00 PM)

    the beautiful ghost...the silenced porcelain have given the quiet enterage of loss and residual lives two superb creations...congratulation :) (Report) Reply

  • Heyyou Boy (1/25/2012 11:07:00 PM)

    If this poem dont make your heart hurt i think you might need a heart check up. Beautiful poem L. (Report) Reply

  • Cosmic Dreamer (1/14/2012 5:18:00 PM)

    The death of innocence is never easy... This poem speaks to me in loud voices and i am saddened by it's echo... Your talent shines bright for all to see... (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (1/11/2012 5:21:00 AM)

    Dont worry Silentpoet Girl, the porcelain doll just like you maybe but you not made from porcelain, you made from cells, so even you broken, you can get healed even it bruised but soon it will be okay...if you think you are porcelain doll maybe you must know, you are special edition because u can move it hard to break if you feel afraid to be broken wear a mascot of Teddy bear, it safe and not broken even fall 100000km from highest mountain :) _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Dj Hart (1/10/2012 7:40:00 PM)

    Sounds almost like me. People like me only have the pain to comfort us and know little other than being rejected or used. I know how the doll feels. i enjoyed this poem. (Report) Reply

  • William King (1/9/2012 1:30:00 PM)

    Dark... But still personal. Inspiring and beautiful. This is an amazing piece of art. (Report) Reply

  • Shadow Girl (1/7/2012 5:56:00 AM)

    wow, fantastic powerful write...
    loved...all innocence was long ago stolen,
    as they dry upon this broken face.
    keep them coming!
    xo (Report) Reply

  • (De Va) (1/5/2012 9:41:00 AM)

    wonderfully written and expressed. your talent talks to my soul...blessings (Report) Reply

  • Jessel Jane Tevar (1/5/2012 4:02:00 AM)

    this is a great poem..i feel its force inside me...quietly echoing a part of me..thank you for sharing..a 10 for me.: -) (Report) Reply

  • Kevin East (1/4/2012 5:20:00 AM)

    Wonderful portayal of melancholy written with thoght and skill.
    Well done sp brilliant. (Report) Reply

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