Paper Doll

May 8, 2013

Painted on lips an eternal smile of lead Eyes that were born still never to awaken Blues, reds, and greens, a mixture of colors bring her to life There is no beating in her chest only the wrinkle of paper when she is stirred But her smile will forever remain for that is her design.

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Skam2221May 8, 2013

My entry for the "Slam What You Will Scholarship." It was inspired through my strange reflections as I was browsing through this site. The idea fell into my head, and in that instant I knew I had to add words to the blank white page. I have this dream of becoming a writer someday, and in order to share my ideas with the world for a living, I desperately need the aid of this scholarship.