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Broken Doll by draws-with-words, literature
Literature
Broken Doll
I'm your broken doll
for you to dress
for you to mend
but I'm tired of your needle in my skin
cos it feels like it burns
even though I know it doesn't
it pulls me back together again
now I'm your patchwork doll
with fragile cloth and breakable thread
and dark eyes full of regret
but of course you don't know
because my tear tracts don't show
but you can stitch a smile on my face
and my body you can embrace
and I'll try to take comfort
but my heart it hangs heavy in my chest
and it remains still and quiet
as I succumb to your command
and your insistence in loving me
both baffles and beguiles
and I am both thankful and terrified
so please ne
Lean Over, Pretty by draws-with-words, literature
Literature
Lean Over, Pretty
Run along, pretty
it's about to get gritty
and your little delicate ears
aren't made for these terrible leers
so shoo for now
but give us a twirl and a bow
and a smile while you leave
so your presence we shall not grieve
so we can discuss what to do
once we've beaten you, black and blue
Dear Death by draws-with-words, literature
Literature
Dear Death
Dear Death
I am writing out of curiosity
And if only out of generosity
I hope you'll humour me
And help me to see
Will you take our hand
And take us from this land?
Or do we stay where we fell?
No matter what we tell
Do you have any mercy?
Or a sick kind of irony?
Do you cry high above the canopy?
Or are you just uncaring entropy?
Why are you so relentless?
Leaving us with less and less
And for all the days we wait
Is it just another day to late?
I guess I won't know
Until, at last you show
I hope I'll be happy to greet
So, until we meet
Forever yours
humanity
we're the perfect strangers by draws-with-words, literature
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we're the perfect strangers
I was scared.
I was going to meet my mother, for the first time.
She lived in a semi-detached standard looking house, which resided in a homely suburb. She lived with her husband and her two teenage twin sons. She lived with her family, that she made after she left me and Dad.
I was walking up the garden path, to the perfectly rectangle door. On either side of me was a sea of vivid green neatly cut grass. I was slightly surprised it didn't have a 'Don't Walk On The Grass' sign. Finally I reached the door, I went to knock on the door but I hesitated, my fist hovering over the perfectly rectangle door.
Where was she?
Where was she when I f
They are Strangers by draws-with-words, literature
Literature
They are Strangers
you wait for the danger
in the words of a stranger
they'll strip you bare
with the secrets they share
their friends they'll nudge
as from afar they'll judge
they mock what's on show
but the reality they'll never know
it's not fair how people chastise
those they've never looked in the eyes
but still the gossip we allow
we are only human, but now
they wait for the danger
in the words of a stranger
you stripped them bare
with the secrets you share
your friends you'll nudge
as from afar you'll judge
you mock what's on show
but the reality you'll never know
truth vs. reality by draws-with-words, literature
Literature
truth vs. reality
fake it, to make it
or,
give it, to live it
it's the creature with the crown
so, Obey, and bow down
place a plastered smile
while truth is put to trial
submit to survive
or,
let turmoil rule to feel alive
Spend your life spewing lies
dodging your demise
your integrity into infection
leaving callous corruption
forget your feelings and be filed
or,
rise up and get riled
while propaganda prospers
some fight the evasive vipers
and the bigoted bias
there is truth, so stand by us