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    dots Submission Name: Pretty Dolldots
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    Author: RedRoseofBlood
    ASL Info:    19/f/outsideyourwindow
    Elite Ratio:    3.34 - 592/582/135
    Words: 101
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
    Total Views: 1345
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 681



    Description:
       About killing someone who is caging you and keeping them as your special pet. o.O


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    dotsPretty Dolldots
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    I want to cut your smile away
    Replace it with an ugly grimace
    One that refuses to be erased
    Pop out each eye
    And put a black marble in it's place
    Even they can't compare with the original distant stare
    Cold indifference bleeds from your expression
    A skeleton nose, just two holes
    The perfect picture of oppression
    Cut the fingers into boney nubs
    Chizzle the ends to razor sharp points
    That will show you all my love
    And grattitude
    It's tiring
    Being used
    But when you are dead
    There is nothing you can do
    Except be my submissive
    Pretty doll




    Submitted on 2006-06-16 21:34:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      eh, creepy.... i like it i shall add to my favs. its dark and creepy, is it about some one we know
    ? eh, eh, eh?
    | Posted on 2007-04-30 00:00:00 | by BloodyMary87 | [ Reply to This ]
      Like the other commentors, I was shaken by the world of anger here. Also, it could not do that if it were not excellent verse. Now I'm comparing this with 'children of cloth' and getting more out of the metaphor of human relationships with dolls.

    'It's' is wrong, should be 'its' with no apostrophe. 'it's' is short for 'it is', but for the possessive case meaning something totally different, the convention is to leave off the apostrophe even though it's quite logical to put one in. So 'its' means possessive and the whole deal is just designed to confuse everybody anyway.
    | Posted on 2007-03-06 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      Holy Moses... That is so wonderful. So full of rage and hatred, so demented and twisted, it shows alot of the evil hiding within us all, coming out to destroy those that dare to play games with our fragile hearts. Very well written. Deemed worthy of a standing ovation! Have to add this one to my faves... Great work.

    ~KiKi
    | Posted on 2006-10-24 00:00:00 | by precious_poetry | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow. This reads like something a serial killer would write after the still-warm corpse has been found. The descriptions are chilling and drag the reading along, even if unwilling. If you write any fiction, it would be interesting to see this incorperated into something. I'm going to fav this ^_^
    | Posted on 2006-06-22 00:00:00 | by RumnMoxie | [ Reply to This ]
      Dude. This one is like. One of my favorites ever ever ever. It's totally favorited. :) I love you and such. I was just with you and Mary, yes I was. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
    | Posted on 2006-07-26 00:00:00 | by DreamofOrganon | [ Reply to This ]
      Very unique. lol. Great imagery. Nice flow. A little on the crazy side, but I think you made your point well. Good write. I just feel sorry this was meant for, poor person, they will never stand a chance in hell it seems with you. lol. Overall, good work Leanne.

    Catrina
    | Posted on 2006-06-18 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree with most all the other comments. THis one was a little weird, but i loved it! the imagery and the way it sounds, just puts pictures in my head. usually i dont go for the demented, gory stuff, but this one is an exception.

    Cold indifference bleeds from your expression
    A skeleton nose, just two holes
    The perfect picture of oppression

    loved this part, and what Faith_Disease said describes it all. You have some talent :) keep up the good work! ~Nichole
    | Posted on 2006-07-03 00:00:00 | by butterfly_chi5 | [ Reply to This ]
      S.hit! I'm very scared now, Not because of the write, but because I totally enjoyed this demented, disturbing, morbid write. Now I'm really started to scare myself. What I love about this is that is very gory, but not because your descriptions, but because it leaves a lot to the reader's imagination and that is always a lot creepier. You did a hell of a good job descrbing the gore and everything but not to the point where it became cheesy and overdone.

    "I want to cut your smile away
    Replace it with an ugly grimace
    One that refuses to be erased"

    Ok, I love the first line. It can go two ways I think. I thought about it as stabbing the person and then because he/she will then grimace so then you in a way cut the smile out. Or you can just take it literally and say that the killer actually slice the victim's mouth out and distorted it to make it into a grimace. Damn now thats some creepy s.hit.

    "Cold indifference bleeds from your expression
    A skeleton nose, just two holes
    The perfect picture of oppression"

    This is also very brilliant, but whats cool is that you made it rhyme. I dont know if you did that on purpose or not but it totally works and makes the poem sound way better. This right here is very powerful because you give a reason to the killer's madness. You're not just writing about gore just cause but because there's actually feeling behind it. Thats what makes this poem so good and separates it from the other poems that just seem to glorify gore. I f.ucking loved this. It reminds me of an Edgar Allan Poe story called Berenice thats really gory and leaves a lot to the reader's imagination. Thats why this poem was so damn good. I'm seriously adding it to my fav list.
    Peace,
    Neo


    | Posted on 2006-06-30 00:00:00 | by Faith_Disease | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow! This was....a little morbid but i enjoyed reading it alot.....I really dont know what to say about how this makes me feel. I am utterly speechless.....wow

    <3Add-A-Lay<3
    | Posted on 2006-06-28 00:00:00 | by lifeNsoul1224 | [ Reply to This ]
      Damn this was demented and highly disturbing but I crave for more! I don't have a whole lot to say here, but this was just a damn good poem! Nice graphic descriptions so that I could picture it. I'm adding this to my favorites's list if ye don't mind.

    *tox*
    | Posted on 2006-06-17 00:00:00 | by Toxic_Rayne | [ Reply to This ]
      Twisted but not in a way that makes you cringe. The emotions steams off of it. Really wonderful job with it.
    | Posted on 2006-06-17 00:00:00 | by precious_poetry | [ Reply to This ]


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