look everyone, he is pretty, they say
as i stand here in my spring collection
my smile wide, bright and apparently full of hope
my hands are open and ready to welcome
or to reveal my stigmata
hot lights bake my painted on expression
and i shriek my terrors in private silence
i am a reluctant whore
forced to sell my soul on the
showroom floor
they dressed me this way
i have no say in these shoes
and when the rats come around
after they close the place down
i am left alone with them and my throbbing thoughts
and they are ransacked
and mad.

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EyesOfRain commented on mannequin


I will never look at a mannequin the same way again. Very intriguing subject!



i wrote it when i sold jewellry at the mall. thank you for your time.

raziel69 commented on mannequin


always wondered just what was going through the plaster skulls of those stoic statuettes. good work...


07/09/2010 you know. thanks.

Rhymer commented on mannequin


Avery intriguing and fascinating write. The mannequin being used as metaphor for the masks you are forced to wear. Excellent piece.



thanks rhymer, we all wear masks or we become something and/or someone else at least once in this life.....hopefully, for most people, these experiences are brief and painless. so much more fun being who we are. thank you so much for your time.

cheronld commented on mannequin


I can see why this was a favorite for you....we all have our masks on for situations and life....placing that in the eyes of a mannequin gave it a chilly thrill for me....and maybe for some a walk in anothers my twisted mind at play...but...this was a really nice poem to read my friend....Cher



a twisted mind helps when reading poetry, lol. yeah, mannequin is my favourite and thanks for spending so much time with my stuff....i do appreciate it.

hjaycarney commented on mannequin


you have developed an effective method to utilize apparently surface realities to probe the very inner sanctum of what it is to be human. to sniff, scratch and release the odor of the human condition. well done



so eloquent in your response to my words. i don't feel even slightly worthy of such praise. don't get me wrong, i appreciate it, just unworthy. thank you.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Crush’s Poems (59)

Title Comments
Title Comments
carried off by owls 1
Santa Claus Is Coming Around 1
skin 2
the midnight girl 1
hold 1
here 0
the other 1
flashback 1
violent pretty 1
the people in the attic 1
the ride 1
my nightmares are awake 1
no bugs 6
waiting 3
welcome 5
a fetus in a clear bowling ball 6
crows feet 7
rats 5
the mobster 4
perfect 6
jumper 5
lady godiva 3
malaise 3
pirate 4
flight on time 3
fear of falling 4
unfinished crow ? 5
touch ( aka, am i made of summer ) 8
elephant 5
cancer 8
skyline 5
st. saviour 2
satellites 4
were you waiting for me ? 10
snapshot 5
fists 12
lauren 17
insomnia 18
ceremony 12
mother 14
ash 27
the june bug 15
low 19
thorns 10
paralyzed 9
mr. sparkle 15
dresses 15
glass 13
cemetaries 18
throe 18
if i fell in love 27
pills 22
off black 20
mannequin 22
umbrage 12
sick boy 12
kelly has a big head 21
unfairly fairy 26