Hewo everyone!!!
First of all, I would like to say that I am so sorry that the poetry comp has been delayed for 3 weeks!
I’ve been rlly busy, but it’s here today, so I hope you’ll all forgive me!
This prompt was The Life of a Doll!
Here are the poems for this week, and I hope you enjoy!
Tysm everyone and happy writing! -Yani, Alora
#1
TW: Suggestions of 
One day in the beautiful summer sun
You and I, dolls in hand, played make-believe.
Laughing and smiling, making families and stories
For each one of our dolls, each is a bit different.
We plan to pick up where we left off the very next day.
Except the next day didn’t feel quite right,
Maybe it was a cloudy day?
No, it was still sunny, but the warmth didn’t hit the same.
I grab my dolls to go out and play, looking for you to play with,
But you aren’t there, rather, in your place,
Is something much more sinister.
I looked into his eyes, he looked in mine,
And he said, "If you love your dolls so much, perhaps you could be one.
“Pretty as one, small as one, and always just as fun.”
I didn’t know any better and it sounded like a good deal,
I went to shake his hand, but instead my hand was yanked,
And I would never forget what happened that day.
The next day is sunny, but it may as well be cold.
The world doesn’t look the same, it looks warped and surreal,
You, my friend, came back and you say, "We’re in middle school now,
"We can’t keep playing with our dolls. But we can instead twirl our hair,
“Put on makeup, and wear pretty clothes.”
I agreed. I didn’t want to play with dolls or be one either.
We made ourselves pretty, and we went out and had fun,
We laughed and laughed and the sun felt warm once again.
But then a voice, a new one this time, says, "Look at you all dolled up!
“You are blessed to have such a beautiful figure with a pretty face to match!”
I turn and smile and go to say, “Thanks!”
But my words are cut off by a hand on my neck.
I couldn’t breathe.
And fear enveloped me again.
The next day I sit in bed.
I don’t care if the sun is warm or cold.
My phone dings and I check my messages.
Her: "Hey, wanna come over for a sleepover this weekend?
“It’s been a while since we’ve had one…”
Me: “Yes! When??”
Her: “Tonight! Head on over ASAP!”
Me: “Yayayay! Okay!”
Me: “I’m omv!”
I headed over and the door flung open,
I was wrapped in a hug, loving the arms that held me,
My best friend felt as warm and full as always.
We played games and watched movies, more friends showed up.
Then night fell and we drank Monster and ate junk,
Trying to keep the noise down so her parents didn’t wake up.
We cuddle as friends do, one by one we fell asleep.
But I couldn’t.
And neither could she.
“Are you still up?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m up. Why?”
“Well… I like you…”
My heart must’ve skipped a beat.
“I like you too…”
And then her lips met mine.
And then it happened all over again.
And now it was my friend who scared me.
I wanted to fight back, but what has that ever done?
I am the doll.
I am pretty.
I am fun.
But I am always silent.
And I feel so small.
The next day is as warm as it was that day when I was 7.
But now I’m 16, and that warmth scares me.
I sit and sit and sit and sit and sit.
Did the dolls we made families with on those days want what happened?
If they’re also dolls, are they like me?
Living each day in fear of the smallest touch?
Did they choose?
I never chose, did I?
I didn’t shake his hand.
But I was going to.
But he yanked by hand.
But you let him.
I didn’t…
You did.
#2
The story of a doll
With her porcelain hair that falls,
Sitting upright on a shelf.
She’s mighty short of a high,
And it takes a it of a climb,
To pull her down.
She smiles, staying frozen,
And waits one day to be chosen,
But for now they all smile and point.
For they want her, yes, they do,
But the effort, oh, it’s true,
Is she sits too high for them to find.
So they look and talk,
And they grin and walk
And they try to reach her highness
But it’s all a flop.
And she stays day after day,
Head swinging with a sway,
While she waits.
And the other dols get picked,
And she’s forever tricked,
But they all reach for the others.
They’re closer and easier,
And yet their attitudes are breezier,
And she crosses her arms with a frown
She stops trying with the people,
Who pass her,
And never take her down.
For there she sits,
And there she waits.
One day, she thinks,
One day.
#3
It started as most stories do:
Happy and wonderful and bright.
You’d dress me up,
Pretty as can be,
Swear that no one looks as cute as me.
But as years went by,
The “cute” became “used to be”.
You grew tired of the lace,
Forgetting my name, my face.
Eventually forgetting the rest of me.
You tucked me away in the dark,
Under the weight of “grown-up things”.
Trading me for denim and gloss,
Leaving me to feel the loss.
Among the dust and spier strings.
With them I had no fear,
Of being cast away.
Until, one night,
You cleared the shelf where I rest.
For a second-I caught the light,
Hoping you’d let me stay.
But hope is such a fragile thing.
You picked me up, then tossed me into the trash.
I felt my world begin to crack,
Lick a rock thrown at a window’s back-
A sudden, cold crash.
The rest of the days went by in a blur.
Until a new hand reached out to me.
They didn’t try to scrub the stain,
Or tell me I should hide my pain.
They didn’t throw me away.
They simply let me learn to be.
Unlike you, they chose to stay,
Helping me get by,
Day by day.
And though the scars are part of me,
I grew beyond dark shelf;
I’m not a plaything anymore,
But something loved, finally free.
#4
I sat in your closet
Waiting, waiting
Dust lay around me
Waiting, waiting
Days turned to weeks
Weeks turned to never
I laughed as I cracked
You thought you were better
My skin bleached white
My eyes turned hollow
I tried to cry
To let out my sorrow
As I sat on that shelf
Waiting, waiting
I fell apart
Waiting, waiting
My heart split in two
My little hands opened
I needed you
And you left me hanging
As time flew by
Spiderwebs climbed
Up my face
And into my eyes
They stared at the wall
Waiting, waiting
I wanted to fall,
Wanting, wanting
So, I fell
Down
Down
Down
Off the shelf
I hit the ground
What was already cracked
Finally shattered
I had come to know
I would never matter
As the light faded
As I d*ed with no hope
Angels pulled me to the sky
As I dangled from the rope
No one was coming
Waiting, waiting
My life as a doll
No more waiting.
Here’s the poll!
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- #2
- #3
- #4
