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Porcelain
My face is cracked
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep
My pretty dress torn
The white lace fraying
Pocked with cigarette burns
And lessons unlearned
I’m coloured in the rust
Of antique memories
Stained glass sunsets falling
With whispered secrets calling
I fall apart in bits of thread
Un-stitched, unhinged
Touched with porcelain flecks
A blurred vision in coke-bottle spec’s
No one to remember
Who I never was
Tears of yesterday unfading
In a beauty so degrading
China pieces shatter lightly
Feather soft on timber
Crushed beneath the feet of new
Defying a child’s clumpy glue
Blue eyes staring, lifeless
Painted on flushed skin
The days of tomorrow always come
Leaving yesterday murdered and undone
One may look
But never touch
The beauty of the skin
Souring the soul within
Hidden in a glass cage
Like a shadow box possession
Smuggled out by tiny fingers
Creating a memory that lingers
My face is cracked
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep
© Indie Adams
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep
My pretty dress torn
The white lace fraying
Pocked with cigarette burns
And lessons unlearned
I’m coloured in the rust
Of antique memories
Stained glass sunsets falling
With whispered secrets calling
I fall apart in bits of thread
Un-stitched, unhinged
Touched with porcelain flecks
A blurred vision in coke-bottle spec’s
No one to remember
Who I never was
Tears of yesterday unfading
In a beauty so degrading
China pieces shatter lightly
Feather soft on timber
Crushed beneath the feet of new
Defying a child’s clumpy glue
Blue eyes staring, lifeless
Painted on flushed skin
The days of tomorrow always come
Leaving yesterday murdered and undone
One may look
But never touch
The beauty of the skin
Souring the soul within
Hidden in a glass cage
Like a shadow box possession
Smuggled out by tiny fingers
Creating a memory that lingers
My face is cracked
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep
© Indie Adams
Published 29th Sep 2011
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29th Sep 2011 5:37pm
30th Sep 2011 2:37am
30th Sep 2011 2:26am
Dark, deeply colorful and oozing vivid imagery from beginning to end! I really like this piece and feel the flow intensely.
30th Sep 2011 2:38am
Thanks so much JJ. This was my first attempt at a poem like this so I am glad it worked :)
