Delicate porcelain doll by elle-crimsontears, literature
Literature
Delicate porcelain doll
The delicate porcelain doll
Sweetly and still she sits.
Day by day, upon her shelf
Watching life pass her by.
White face and emotion the same as always
Each day begins anew
But for the delicate porcelain doll,
Its the same as any other day.
Her heart yearns for change; it aches.
She wishes she could let her tears roll.
Yet she is a delicate porcelain doll.
Supposedly devoid of emotion.
So her poise and serenity is kept.
So fragile, so small, so easily breakable,
she sits upon her shelf
Looking at the outside world.
A world so far away.
A world she isn't destined to be part of.
And so upon her shelf,
the delicate porcelain
Just Another Beggar Child by elle-crimsontears, literature
Literature
Just Another Beggar Child
Dirty tear stained face
Grubby clothes.
Filthy little child.
No home, no family, no money.
Alone in the streets.
Tiny hands outstretched
Towards cars passing by.
Filthy little child.
No hopes, aspirations, dreams.
Griefstricken, alone, unloved.
Pain, hunger and suffering.
Disease ridden
Flea infested
Filthy little child
Your days are few
A lone tree, in a forgotten field.
Once luscious leaves; now withered and gone.
Bare branches outstretched skywards.
Where once was fullness and life
Is now barren and dead.
the comfort of shade; dried up.
The gentle rustle of leaves; stilled.
Roots embedded in the soil of generations
Bark weathered by seasons come and gone.
An age which defied all
As the whisper of freedom, blows a gentle breeze
Through the lone tree's bare branches
A silent tear, a desperate plea
I cry out for help, but no one can hear me
I'm there but of no importance
My hand is outstretched, but I'm left in darkness.
So I try to be strong
I smile and listen to my inner mantra:
''Let no one see my tears''
Yet inside I'm breaking, falling apart.
I wish someone would pull me out,
Of the icy depths I'm so deeply immersed in.
I wish someone would hear my silent plea....
Tears fall like petals from a withered rose.
Slowly, gently, they slide.
Each tear a burden relieved.
Each petal a memory distant.
Falling to leave a fragile bud.
As the grief surpasses; the tears dry
The petals are blown away
To leave a new bud,
Which shall flower again
Shackled continent by elle-crimsontears, literature
Literature
Shackled continent
Opressed citizen; you're left without a say.
It's not for you to decide
Its been decided for you already.
There is no other way.
Forced into silence; your words are stilled.
Suffocated and discriminated against.
You're just another statistic
A number on a page
You're just another face in a crowd
And no one could care less
I wish to severe the ties
That hold me down.
To break free
From these emotional lies.
To shake off the constant critism
And scrutiny which circle me
As vultures circle carrion.
I wish to no longer be
A puppet on a string
Controlled by the hands of others
Powerless against their forces.
I wish to walk with my head
Held high.
Restrained by no-one.
Free as I can be.
Independent and happy.
Oh my little friend
I hold you close
And breath you in
My lungs are filled with your presence.
Oh the joy you bring
My little friend
As you relieve my stress
I heave a sigh of relief
As you twirl in little clouds before me
As I watch you slowly
Drift away.
Oh the joy you bring
My little friend
As you slowly kill me
Puff for puff
You blacken my soul.
I wish I didn't need you so
My little friend.
Weep not for me and my sorrows
But shed a tear for the children
Who've lost their parents to AIDs
For those who don't have food
On their table.
Cry for the refugees with no place to go.
For the labourers out in the field
Working for minimum wage
For the people, without home or money
To feed their many children.
Weep for those that have suffered a life of
discrimination and hate.
Or the parents who've lost a child
To drugs or crime.
Cry for those who have never felt love
Or for those who are victicms of rape.
Weep not for me and my sorrows.
There is something far worse out there.