KKShift
February 26th, 2017, 06:38 PM
Hello Loves =3
I am writing poems for a writing contest at school, and I was wondering which one yall think is better!
[LEFT][COLOR="LightBlue"]
Dollface-
Small Girl.
Tall Girl.
Doll Girl.
Want me to be a Pretty Girl?
Should you give me pity, Girl?
I’ll be anything
You wish me to be.
I’ll make this feat
My reality.
You should care
What the people say.
They're always right
Anyway.
You have no friends
You’re alone in your palace.
You can’t escape to Wonderland
Exactly like Alice.
Should I be a
Ragdoll?
Blank, empty mind.
No emotions.
Should I be a
Masked Doll.
Always sparking
Controversy and
Commotion.
Should I be a
Princess, Doll?
Be a pretty, pretty
Pop Star?
What should I
Like, Doll?
Riding around in a
Hot pink sports car?
I’ll be anything
You wish, Doll.
Just inform me and
I’ll put my
Doll
face
on.
Blue eyes,
Blonde hair.
Do you spy the
Plastic everywhere?
Now Miss Dollface,
Can’t you see?
We’re all destined to
Conformity.
When you had nothing
But your height and girth.
You were destined,
from your birth.
Calling out,
In the dark.
Look around,
Where should I start?
Yes, Miss Dollface,
Now you see.
Why were all destined
To conformity.
[FONT="Arial Narrow"]Snow Fists
Life is like riding in a car,
After a winter’s storm.
You are wrapped up,
Engulfed in jackets and mittens.
You get in the car,
And so it begins.
Your mother chisels the
thin layer of ice off the windshield.
The scraping noise is horrific.
Then she crawls in the car to
Ride along with you,
On the dreaded journey.
The car starts,
And it takes a few tries,
Snow slips down the back
The windshield is frozen.
The wipers don’t cooperate.
The car moves,
Snow falls,
The car stops.
Eventually the car gets going,
Cursing boughs of smoke,
Erupting from its great mouth.
And you can see the fists,
At every turn,
Every stop,
Every bump.
More fists of snow come flying down,
Crunch, Snap, Pit, Pat, Crunch..
Punches threatening to break you.
To destroy the toughness.
But you float along,
Trying to neglect the cold.
The car rides for days,
Months,
Years,
Decades,
Centries...
Suddenly,
One day when the flurries are
Still clinging on.
Blue and red lights
Going fast, fast, faster…
And the snow stops.
The punches stop.
No more pain.
No more fear.
You are finally released
From the cold inside.
Demons
Hello.
You would like to see?
You would like to help?
You want to see?
You want to help?
You need to see?
You need to help?
No one can.
No one wants to.
No one needs to.
No one likes it.
No one wants it.
I don’t want it.
Take it from me.
I don’t care.
Take away the pain.
I don’t care.
Take away my Demons.
I don’t care.
Take them and burn them.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
If you take away my Demons,
Promise you won’t treat them well?
Take them to the depth.
Take them to the darkness of Hell.
Red eyes, Red eyes.
Darkness and Scare.
Ask my demons,
They're everywhere.
Take their souls.
Take them and run.
Once they are free,
They pull out their guns.
Bang, Bang, Bang.
Depression
It’s been a long time since I've felt so...
Helpless.
Been forever since I knew I was…
Different.
And yet still I stand in the middle of the circus.
No, I sit in the middle of the circus.
I sit with my legs restraining my breath.
I sit with my knees so tightly dug into my eyes it burns.
And I cry.
Torn track
You've been asking where I go lately.
What happens when I've gotten into fights with myself.
Why my knuckles bleed.
Run, Run, Run.
Why my shoes are stained red.
Run, Run, Run.
Why my eyes are polluted.
Run, Run, Run.
Why I fall asleep in class.
Run, Run, Run.
Why I get bad grades.
Run, Run, Run.
Why I stumble.
Why I fall.
Why I run.
I run around and around the torn track in my head.
When I run around and around the torn track in my head.
I am writing poems for a writing contest at school, and I was wondering which one yall think is better!
[LEFT][COLOR="LightBlue"]
Dollface-
Small Girl.
Tall Girl.
Doll Girl.
Want me to be a Pretty Girl?
Should you give me pity, Girl?
I’ll be anything
You wish me to be.
I’ll make this feat
My reality.
You should care
What the people say.
They're always right
Anyway.
You have no friends
You’re alone in your palace.
You can’t escape to Wonderland
Exactly like Alice.
Should I be a
Ragdoll?
Blank, empty mind.
No emotions.
Should I be a
Masked Doll.
Always sparking
Controversy and
Commotion.
Should I be a
Princess, Doll?
Be a pretty, pretty
Pop Star?
What should I
Like, Doll?
Riding around in a
Hot pink sports car?
I’ll be anything
You wish, Doll.
Just inform me and
I’ll put my
Doll
face
on.
Blue eyes,
Blonde hair.
Do you spy the
Plastic everywhere?
Now Miss Dollface,
Can’t you see?
We’re all destined to
Conformity.
When you had nothing
But your height and girth.
You were destined,
from your birth.
Calling out,
In the dark.
Look around,
Where should I start?
Yes, Miss Dollface,
Now you see.
Why were all destined
To conformity.
[FONT="Arial Narrow"]Snow Fists
Life is like riding in a car,
After a winter’s storm.
You are wrapped up,
Engulfed in jackets and mittens.
You get in the car,
And so it begins.
Your mother chisels the
thin layer of ice off the windshield.
The scraping noise is horrific.
Then she crawls in the car to
Ride along with you,
On the dreaded journey.
The car starts,
And it takes a few tries,
Snow slips down the back
The windshield is frozen.
The wipers don’t cooperate.
The car moves,
Snow falls,
The car stops.
Eventually the car gets going,
Cursing boughs of smoke,
Erupting from its great mouth.
And you can see the fists,
At every turn,
Every stop,
Every bump.
More fists of snow come flying down,
Crunch, Snap, Pit, Pat, Crunch..
Punches threatening to break you.
To destroy the toughness.
But you float along,
Trying to neglect the cold.
The car rides for days,
Months,
Years,
Decades,
Centries...
Suddenly,
One day when the flurries are
Still clinging on.
Blue and red lights
Going fast, fast, faster…
And the snow stops.
The punches stop.
No more pain.
No more fear.
You are finally released
From the cold inside.
Demons
Hello.
You would like to see?
You would like to help?
You want to see?
You want to help?
You need to see?
You need to help?
No one can.
No one wants to.
No one needs to.
No one likes it.
No one wants it.
I don’t want it.
Take it from me.
I don’t care.
Take away the pain.
I don’t care.
Take away my Demons.
I don’t care.
Take them and burn them.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
If you take away my Demons,
Promise you won’t treat them well?
Take them to the depth.
Take them to the darkness of Hell.
Red eyes, Red eyes.
Darkness and Scare.
Ask my demons,
They're everywhere.
Take their souls.
Take them and run.
Once they are free,
They pull out their guns.
Bang, Bang, Bang.
Depression
It’s been a long time since I've felt so...
Helpless.
Been forever since I knew I was…
Different.
And yet still I stand in the middle of the circus.
No, I sit in the middle of the circus.
I sit with my legs restraining my breath.
I sit with my knees so tightly dug into my eyes it burns.
And I cry.
Torn track
You've been asking where I go lately.
What happens when I've gotten into fights with myself.
Why my knuckles bleed.
Run, Run, Run.
Why my shoes are stained red.
Run, Run, Run.
Why my eyes are polluted.
Run, Run, Run.
Why I fall asleep in class.
Run, Run, Run.
Why I get bad grades.
Run, Run, Run.
Why I stumble.
Why I fall.
Why I run.
I run around and around the torn track in my head.
When I run around and around the torn track in my head.