Mannequin
I am the only one in her beautiful cold eyes
Her face is like a painting
of art and never-fading colors
She wears a beautiful dress
that I specially made just for her
but her expression never changes
I wish for her gentle voice
to speak to me
but her lip is sealed
I wish for her sleek arms
to embrace me
but they will never move by themselves
I wish her heart
to bear me within
but she is just an empty shell
I wish her mind
to only think of me
but she have no mind at all
I wish she can become reality
to become her
but she is nothing like her at all
I can only admire my own art
thinking of her as the reality
and drive myself into
insanity
A story about an artist who had fallen in love with a woman and yet the woman already have someone she love, and as the artist get to know her as a friend, he cannot control the fact that he was deeply in love and made a mannequin that look exactly like her. He was driven into insanity as a man as he indulged in his own little world of fantasy and therefore reality never came as the woman was happily married with another guy while the artist can only have a mannequin by his side.
Christina: http://wildspicywordsauce.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/truth/
Mango: http://mangoesntangoes.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/the-expression-of-my-affections/
help giving comments to two brand new participants, many thanks…
Done, they are really great=3 Happy Rally once again^^
admirable skill demonstrated…
Thank you Jingle =D
Another interesting story nicely poemed …stories in poem form, maybe your special gift!?
Poem on …
Guess so XD, apart from my grammar mistakes, trying to write in a creative way :3
Interesting subject matter…….well done…….
Thank you Sherry^^ I didn’t write it into a short fiction because I am afraid my grammar mistakes will conquer my website XD
i like it the distance between our creation and our inner self may be lightyears away…. but it is not ours — the creation has a life of it own…that can leave us so lonely…bkm
And we can only lie to ourselves each time that happen in the loneliness to come
This poem reminds me of Orianna my very own special creation and figment of my over active imagination who lives in the Land of Day Dreams…
=P Sounds cool! XD I love creating fantasy stories out of the blue once in a while, kinda fun =P
Riika a heartrending poem and along with the process a super read!
Pamela
Thank you Pamela^^~Hope you enjoy your stay in here=P
Well done! Not being a poet and sometimes having trouble understanding, I thank you for the explanation.
Same as well XD, i have the same problem, that’s why i will take a while to read and try to figure out what is going out =P
Sounds like the classic Pygmalion story, but your poem, coupled with that image, is refreshing to read
Ic, didn’t know what pygmalion is about until I check up on the net, pretty cool=D
Brilliant writing!
Thank you Martin=D Glad you are here^.^