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Literature Text
Hung upon a shelf
lies a porcelain figure
inside shows oneself
broken and disfigured
her cold glass skin
waiting for arms embrace
shows what lies within
her stone cold face
hidden beneath that hollowed smile
longs for a chance
for something worthwhile
A raise in advance
From her darkest days
and through the eyes
shines hopes rays
trying to disguise
the empty, saddened dreams
awaiting to come alive
free the silenced screams
so she's not deprived
from her twisted smle
Literature
Wish Upon A Scar
Wish Upon A Scar
Shades of words can strengthen...walls
But embodiments of lies can flaw the very same...cause
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A droplet of water lasted me a thousand ages
For I have traveled inside my mind
I documented a thousand faces
That ended up turning blind eyes
The lifeblood of faith kept urging me to wait
While I became a statue deprived of light and the life I once called mine
Numb sounds flow / Passions let go
Clinging onto footprints / A coward's instinct
Uncensored immunity is a curse
For tragedy teaches weakness
Nothing will be of any worth
As love and fear will be without consequences
Once upon a song / You were a flower
Your petals be
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Genuinely Smiling
I test it out in the mirror
The face I want them to see...
The gentle smile
Blesses me falsely
Even to my tear filled eyes,
But I won't let it fall
I try to make it shine more broadly
To be sure they know,
When they finally see me
Gaze into my unseeing eyes
And see the peaceful wonder
Left behind in my smile,
That I'm in someplace
Far better than here
Or...
At least...
Someplace
Free of pain.
Someplace that I can genuinely
smile.
That's all
I want them to see.
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Drowning Out The World
Drowning Out The World
I find myself in the sounds-
I release my secrets in the lyrics
Inner peace is found-
The melodies calm my spirit
But when silence falls
The walls in my head break down
I'm consumed by stinging thoughts
And every regret cries out
Reality and time stop
The serenity within – goes silent
And then my mind floods
My past memories become violent
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I get this sensation-
That I'm just too damaged
A truthful realization-
There's nothing left of me to salvage
Music is just a distraction-
To blind myself from the carnage
I remain lost in the destruction-
Where darkness has the advantage
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The remnants of rhyme hinder-
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A poem I wrote about a year ago that was inspired by a porcelain doll I had. This poem was submitted for the World Poetry Movement contest for a chance to get it published and a chance to win up to $1000. I didn't win the $1000, but out of thousands that entered, I was one of the 250 to have my poetry published in their book "Stars In Our Hearts." 
I am very pleased to have had this opportunity. ^_^
I am very pleased to have had this opportunity. ^_^ © 2010 - 2024 Breakaway13
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Overall Vision
Originality Technique ImpactThis was insanely well done. The way that you scripted the words out was brilliantly played out.
You depicted a delicate figure of beauty, but made it some how more haunting and painful.
Your words were chosen with care, and laid out in a very clean way.
You didn't continue on, or shut down instantly. You led the reader upon a glimpse of this China Doll's life. It was beautiful, really. Cold and broken, but at the same time, easy to relate to.
What could be done to improve was maybe sharpen the wording and add punctuation.
Awesome, good job~