Forever In A Dollhouse

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Forever In A Dollhouse

I am lost in my childhood dollhouse
stuck in my dreams
forever waiting for my turn
I wanted a real dollhouse
made of wood with pretty wallpaper
but I got a metal dollhouse
with a plastic family and furniture.

The sky’s a sullen shade of cyan
over the stagnant water
of my metallic pool
the sun burns itself out trying
while rust slowly accumulates
smelling just like blood.

These empty, echoing rooms
scraping by against alloy walls
covered in fake pictures and plants
numb in toxic surroundings
while black mold climbs the stamped stairway
I can’t escape this sinking feeling.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

I really did have a metal dollhouse almost just like this. My artwork and animation unnamed.

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads for the theme home.

The Old House

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The Old House

The old house was old
older than it could remember
the souls who built it
long gone
children’s toys scattered about
everything there as they had left it.

Now the roof was half caved in
the smell of mildew and defeat
permeated the grounds
as the rain soaked wood
expanded painfully.

The old house dearly missed them
groaning and creaking-
it was almost over
the house thought.

Just then…
footsteps on the porch
as a fawn and its mother came inside
birds made nests in exposed rafters
as small animals followed
finding shelter.

The old house had found a new purpose
and happily settled for it

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Change doesn’t always happen when we expect it or is how we expect it to be but don’t be afraid because change brings new things into our lives.

Written with Poets United.

The Dance

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The Dance

Lovely music fills the room
attraction wafts like fine perfume
ladies waiting for their chance
will he, won’t he, ask to dance?

There she stood against the wall
beautifully vulnerable at the ball
watching; how she longed to dance
if only someone took the chance.

Couples dancing close and slow
the moon was shy and dipping low
her eyes they met a young man’s glance…
take a chance, please take a chance.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United.

My Still Life

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My Still Life

Now that you’re gone
your things are everywhere
as if you never left.

That hook by the front door…
still holds your hat and bag
I should throw out that broken umbrella
although it was cloudy
with a chance of tears yestreen.

My still life.
If only my heart would stop pounding
if only for a moment
in a house so still.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared with Poets United.

Enough

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Enough

You always want what you don’t have
once you have it you want more
then you see what someone else has
now what you have is just a bore.

You always want the things that they have
but once you have them it’s no good
because by then they’ll have the next thing
maybe what you have is what you should.

You could enjoy it while you have it
you know that life just ain’t that tough
because we only go around once
accepting what you have might be enough.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

The Escape

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The Escape

She spent every night at her open window
watching the evening spectacle unfolding
sparkling crystals and colored planets
jewels scattered across a velvet canvas.
No more would she have to live without him
if only she could escape this drab existence.
Searching for a falling star to wish upon
a bright moving object caught her eye
it darted quickly around the moonless sky.
Watching it draw closer she couldn’t look away
a blinding shaft of light appeared around her
the beam lifted her up towards the silver disk
as her cat looked on, she was gone.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

I’d Like To Die Wrapped In An Elephant’s Trunk

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I’d Like To Die Wrapped In An Elephant’s Trunk

I’d like to die wrapped in an elephant’s trunk
gently, but snug like a bug in a rug
just has to be the most heavenly hug
an eternal cuddle of elephant love.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.