What do you see?

Melancholy Barbie

A little girls wish....              
"I want Barbie to turn real!"              
               
That night Barbie tip toes outta her pink box.                
Barbie is saaad              
No liquid in her perfect imperfect body.              
And no one created tears for those unblinking crayon blue eyes              
               
"I cant fucking breathe!" She wants to scream...                
Then she tries...""Auuughh!!! Fuuuck!!!!"              
A small voice escapes.                
"My stars and garters!" she thinks.              
With practice maybe?                
Then she recognizes thought....     This causes a chain reaction in the Barbie dolls mind. Now there were thoughts to think and unpresidented emotion.                
               
She laments,                
"My waist is made too small to fill my diaphragm with air, suck in and shout out!!"              
"Ugghh!!" another good try.              
Probobly why my tits stick out so far she thinks to herself...filled with air i cunt release.        
Her first untwisted fresh out of the box steps were stumbly.              
Like the scarecrow in Oz...              
She hummed without moving her red painted lips  "If i only had a brain."       Music!? Barbie is thrilled.                
               
Slowly she is turning to tissue. Finds a bit of grey matter.              
Now recognizing logic..              
Shit's becoming clear..Her body makes no sense. And she's finally recieved insight into her mans bad behavior.          
Barbie is getting good and pissed!!              
               
"Fuck Ken!" she gives a true shout, a true high, exhilarating feeling. She gives an arched tip toe stomp in exlamation!              
Her belly rounds out with the burst of heated air.                
"Just know he's fucking Skipper," she grumbles in unchanging coy red smile.     "I saw them at the dreamhouse, his arrousal for her nearly caused his arms to bend to pull her in to him."              
Still wearing her scarlett plastic grin.                
Okay so she is not quite full flesh yet.  No true facial expression, and certainly no Babette Babich Barbie. Not yet practiced in the delicate art of thought to be anywhere near a profound philosopher,          
       
"That bitch Skipper isn't even blonde! Ken doesn't know perfection when he sees it." a hard gleam would be coming from her eyes if she could.            
"Bargain basement trick! Saw Skipper in white heels and dark stockings after labor day. Passe." she is struck dumb by the use of such a word.         "I can use Passe in a sentence?" she says it again just to make sure,                
"I can use Passe in a sentence?" yep, she is quite pleased to possess such a vocabulary.                
               
Barbie is elated. She has a brain! She suddenly understands Einstien's theory of relitivity,                
"E MC2" she repeats knowingly. Humming note for note Beethoven's 5th symphony in her yellow blonde head.                
   
But she doesn't fiddle around long with the finer things in her pretty little head.          
Once again her one track mind drifts back to Ken, his perfect molded bottom, and simalar yellow wavy never messy hair.                
Suddenly she gets a deep excruciatingly naughty ache between perfect tropic tan thighs, arms still stiff she tries reaching down to rub it good...            
No punani mound!! No slit or slick wet pink clit. Of all things pink created for her, they left out this!?                
Just flat plastic nothingness            
She wonders if it's the same for her darlin Ken? She knows the answer he is doll too. Came from the same Mattel box. She is crushed.                
Her Ken, no thick cock?              
               
"Fuck science, logic and music if i cunt get off? Cunt give Ken a good blow job with these cherry red lips that don't part! And no pretty pink Barbie snatch!?  I will never truely know Ken."  Alas Barbie has no vagina for Ken to fill.                
               
Once again Barbie is very saaad.            
No tears in her unblinking blue crayon eyes.                
She tip toes back to her pink box.                
Who would want to feel anything if you cant enjoy a good fuck anyway" Her last thought.                
She quietly goes back to unreal.

Punkin

She likes all those punk things.
Her heart sleeps with the it.
Old school horror punk.
With a skull.
Before some asshole fucked them up.
My sentiments exactly sweetheart.
Do her boots look good?...Check!
Is she looking skin tight?...Fuck yes!
That's madness to ask.
Of course she knows she does.
Putting our bodies right up against each other...and all the other sweaty drunks.
Baby just swiggin a beer and dancin up against me...my ravishing little punk.

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Ending very soon....lets hear it!

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Thanks  Wally and Taurek. Great entries everyone!   Anyone else?  This is just about to wrap up....

Great poems and comp!
I m finishing something! I ll be back in a while! I had missed this comp!

Voices view

I could solely see voices
for the first half an hour
imagining the faces
the hands and the feet
I had a beer and a shot alone
at the bar next to the Jacuzzi
water splattering my years and fears.

Then I decided to go upstairs
to be lost in the dark rooms,
voices again but this time
louder and happier,
I entered a room
and placed my knees
between six sweet feet
I could touch them
I could smell the leather
of the bed and the boots.

I fantasized three sweating men
tired voices -eating one the other-
not willing to stop and rest
bodies oiled with freedom
faces with no need of eyes
hands holding hair and brains.

I could solely see voices
in this perfectly hidden scene
gradually and gently
decorated with amazing
white splashes of passion.

I could solely see voices,
the most profoundly beautiful
view in life.

Thank you all for your indulgence. <3

Thank you for choosing me as a runner up....I don't usually fair well in these :)

Thanks to Mysteriouslady from the winning nod, also great job everyone else who entered, great job everyone, cheers
And thanks again to Mysteriouslady for the win.

No problem, Pho3nix. Its tough to pick winners when the competition is so strong. Great job to all! <3