i hate them they’re plastic and incorrect its not right. a doll should not be plastic, a doll should be soft and loving and giving. give me back the cloth dolls of history to love, take these impossible plastic home wreckers and keep them, they’re yours, not mine.
ginger
are the thing i fear the most. they stare through you vacantly as though you aren’t there. or maybe they’re looking right into you, and see how absent, how vacuous you are. and sometimes, from the corner of your eye, they seem to move.
but sometimes i like dolls.
im strange that way.
Luke
The dolls sit lifelessly on the shelf, porcelain faces spotless. Their blue eyes, glassy and perfect, see nothing. They wear pretty little pink gingham dresses, with not a bow out of place. They are…horrendous.
Rebecca Marie
dolls. so fake. plastic. so why do we spend all out time trying to be
just
like
dolls?
they feel nothing, are no one. we have souls. they do not. yet, why do we want to be
just
like
dolls?
we lower ourselves. to meet standards that are not our own. so we can be
just
like
dolls
alyssa
I had a favorite as a child. Her name was Alicia. We had home-made clothes for her. I took her everywhere. I put her threw a lot. Even a window one time. Now she’s back in a box, deep inside a closet. It doesn’t seem a fitting fate for such a friend.
Trish
When I think of dolls, they kind of scare me. The movies where they come to life and come after you? I remember liking to play with their hair and moving them around so it’s as if they’re walking, but as I got older, I instinctively became afraid of their plastic little selves. They must want to kill us.
p.a
I used to play with American Girl dolls when I was younger. They are still in my basement now, makes me think of Toy Story. I wonder if they are lonely now that no one plays with them anymore or are they just gathering dust, something that my kids will look at one day and not believe that their mom was young once too.
Allie
I never really liked dolls though I had them. I was too much of a tomboy to care for dressing them up. They were great to live out fantasies though. One was always a princess living a love story. I was always the princess of my dolls and they loved me. It was fun I guess…
Xan Ello
Dolls and balls when will the world see what is going on in the inside. Our hearts and minds are full to bursting oh what have I become when I cannot face what the new day brings. Circles in and circles out.
Holland Owens
I’ve never seen “Guys and Dolls”.
John
as the dolls filled up the little shelves that were set aside for books originally the little girl got more and more zealous with them. she started making room for dolls she didn’t even have yet just because she could not stop collecting them. they were her life and they were all that mattered to her.
Lilly
barbies, played with as a young girl. dolls were the image us girls tried to be. we carried out our young childhood dreams and fantasies through these dolls
amanda
dolls sat on the shelf staring at the empty room that was once their kingdom. Before the girl left and sat them on the shelf to be disused and dusty. when she came back she didn’t play with them, she ignored them entirely.
caroline peltcs
Dolls dolls dolls. What can one say about dolls? I really enjoyed the musical Guys and Dolls. I would’ve written more, but my roommate was telling racist jokes….
Walter
dools
gooz chos
dressed up perfectly like little angels. pure as white as color of your skin. make-up done like a model as if little girls actually cared about that. what every girl wanted to look like when she grew up and how some turn out. just like a doll with no personality, just a stupid grin on their face.
KLA1227
He was entranced by geisha dolls. They always seemed to awaken a deep sexual excitement, that was irresistible to him. His collection filled five of the six shelves in his stylish apartment.
Quiet now, it seemed almost like his world had fallen into the sleep men enjoy after satisfying sex. This was something that had eluded him for most of his adult life.Until last Spring, when he was assigned by his employer to Tokyo.
Exhausted after the afternoon and evening of anxiety and overexertion, he lay collapsed on his blood stained couch. ‘No harm done,” was the phrase that continued to run through his head.
John Wood
Porcelain doll.
Smooth, pale skin.
The epitome of beauty.
… but oh so fragile.
km
three dolls sat factory made and limp till one light sunlight day a red fair haired young face laid minute hands on china
tom
I used to own dolls. I still do. American Girl dolls are so expensive, and I never really liked them. But all of my friends had one, so of course I HAD to have one. I had one named Nellie, and I always had to keep her hair immaculately brushed. Always. I can never figure out why. Because my Felicity doll was mangy. It was disgusting.
Annie
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
She snorted. “I look nothing like Barbie.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, placing his head on her chest. “But I can hear your heartbeat.”
andyeli
dolls have a lot associated with them. they can be creepy or the reason why all of westerna society is anorexic. either way, they should be scrapped. now teddy bears are another story…
anonymous
I love dolls that can talk, walk and cry. What about dolls that can wink, giggle and tell jokes? I admire dolls. They look so sweet in their pretty clothes. I still love dolls but I have switched to cuddly toys, mostly tiger cubs, big cats and teddy bears.
Jeanette
I had several dolls when I was a little girl. I was obsessed with them. They were my babies. I would dress them, feed them, rock them, push them in their prams, put them to bed, reading them fairy stories. My mother made them beautiful clothes. I dressed them all up for my tea party. Lilly was my favourite doll.
Jeanette
dolls. arent we all like little dolls. Our strings have been cut, and we can run free, but our stiff plastic limbs and brittle woven hair remind us still of our past puppetry.
Apple Salsa
The Russian dolls sat in a heap in the beautiful German shop. Heidi dusted them every day. They were so pretty to look at, from baby to nan. The artist must have been skilled to design such lovely patterns on their bodies.
Jeanette
I like dolls. When I was younger I used to have a collection of porcelain dolls that sat on shelves looking down onto my bed. I used to imagine that when I was asleep they’d all come alive and have a party like in an Enid Blyton book. They each had individual names and characters and I liked some more than others. By thee time I was 13 the dolls began to freak out some of my friends when they came to stay so I moved them to storage under my parent’s bed. I still like to think they party by night and lie there plotting their revenge by day.
Gemma Lohan
I like dolls. When I was younger I used to have a collection of porcelain dolls that sat on shelves looking down onto my bed. I used to imagine that when I was asleep they’d all come alive and have a party like in an Enid Blyton book. They each had individual names and characters and I liked some more than others. By thee time I was 13 the dolls began to freak out some of my friends when they came to stay so I moved them to storage under my parent’s bed. I still like to think they party by night and lie there plotting their revenge by day.
Gemma Lohan
dolls are plastic creatures. they have looks but alot of girls see them as ideal models and tend to want to follow them in their outlook. an example would be barbie and ken in which girls are being degraded into thinking that they must be as skinny as barbie and must marry (just like abrbie married ken) when they grow up. This kind of dolls would serve as a bad model for kids and thus would not make for a good toy.
Yeo WenBin
Dolls. We all are them. With big round eyes that see into the depths of our souls, and little innocent smiles that light up the world.
Human dolls.
I can play, form, create. Because we all yield. We all want to be perfect dolls.
Lianna
Edna shuddered when he picked it up. She recognized him of course, with the shock of black hair falling in front of his eyes. It was Jacob, to be sure. But small. Tiny. With little cloth arms and a knit jacket so tiny she could have slipped it over her thumb. Finneus reached for a pin and she shouted. He was going to do it, he really was going to do it. And somehow, she knew it would work. He pushed it slowly through the yarn, and the doll flopped lifelessly in his gloved hand. Miles away, Jacob screamed.
Ian Hawkes
Edna shuddered when he picked it up. She recognized him of course, with the shock of black hair falling in front of his eyes. It was Jacob, to be sure. But small. Tiny. With little cloth arms and a knit jacket so tiny she could have slipped it over her thumb. Finneus reached for a pin and she shouted. He was going to do it, he really was going to do it. And somehow, she knew it would work.
Ian Hawkes
creepy, porceline like figures that stare absentmindely across the room as if trying to find a place in this world. Nothng is right to them, only to collect dust on the shelf they are surcummed too.
Lauren Risbrudt
Creepy things – dolls. A still, waxen copy of that most animate and precious – a baby. In their likeness yet alien nature, we learn to copy and imitate the actions of our parents.
Spangletoes
plastic, porcelain figurines staring at me from the bookshelf in my room as a child. they were a constant, in my dreams, in my waking hours.. the plastic dolls.. barbies. aqua. once my dog at one one of my favorite barbie dolls. I was upset, angry and sad.
Hayden
“Why can’t you ever buy the exact one I asked for?” she cried. The tears ran down her face. Her nose was red.
“But, honey, this one is the same size, and she has a cute polka dot dress,” her mom pleaded.
“No, no, no, it’s not the same. I wanted the dark-haired one whith the shiny blue dress and black high heels. It’s not the same.”
Inside the little girl suspected that Mom had bought the other doll because they were poor. Everything they had was poor. Just once, couldn’t she have the exact one of anything that she asked for?
chris
sitting in their beds waiting to be used by the doll house. watch them in the little dresses with their kens and plastic cars all pretty and perfect and annoying in their constant smiles. i can see their eyes watching me. watching me…
Dan
girls
plastic
toys
play
children
house
make-believe
dolls are pretty cool i suppose. Many people would associate the use of dolls for a male to mean that the individual was a domosexual. oh man writing with a timer is very distracting. last time i do this haha. first too i suppose. hey, how’re ya doing? Oh, time’s up. bye
Jeremy
The dolls sit on the shelf watching me. All my life they have watched me. The dolls know my secrets. At least I know they will keep those secrets. A smile and I leave the room. The dolls are my childhood.
Nancy*
A Dolls House by Henrik Ibsen. Featured a mainly masochistic view on women in that time period and thus created a lot of negativity about it. Because of the main male protagonist, Torvald Helmer being very dominant over his wife, views of a patriarchal
i hate them they’re plastic and incorrect its not right. a doll should not be plastic, a doll should be soft and loving and giving. give me back the cloth dolls of history to love, take these impossible plastic home wreckers and keep them, they’re yours, not mine.
are the thing i fear the most. they stare through you vacantly as though you aren’t there. or maybe they’re looking right into you, and see how absent, how vacuous you are. and sometimes, from the corner of your eye, they seem to move.
but sometimes i like dolls.
im strange that way.
The dolls sit lifelessly on the shelf, porcelain faces spotless. Their blue eyes, glassy and perfect, see nothing. They wear pretty little pink gingham dresses, with not a bow out of place. They are…horrendous.
dolls. so fake. plastic. so why do we spend all out time trying to be
just
like
dolls?
they feel nothing, are no one. we have souls. they do not. yet, why do we want to be
just
like
dolls?
we lower ourselves. to meet standards that are not our own. so we can be
just
like
dolls
I had a favorite as a child. Her name was Alicia. We had home-made clothes for her. I took her everywhere. I put her threw a lot. Even a window one time. Now she’s back in a box, deep inside a closet. It doesn’t seem a fitting fate for such a friend.
When I think of dolls, they kind of scare me. The movies where they come to life and come after you? I remember liking to play with their hair and moving them around so it’s as if they’re walking, but as I got older, I instinctively became afraid of their plastic little selves. They must want to kill us.
I used to play with American Girl dolls when I was younger. They are still in my basement now, makes me think of Toy Story. I wonder if they are lonely now that no one plays with them anymore or are they just gathering dust, something that my kids will look at one day and not believe that their mom was young once too.
I never really liked dolls though I had them. I was too much of a tomboy to care for dressing them up. They were great to live out fantasies though. One was always a princess living a love story. I was always the princess of my dolls and they loved me. It was fun I guess…
Dolls and balls when will the world see what is going on in the inside. Our hearts and minds are full to bursting oh what have I become when I cannot face what the new day brings. Circles in and circles out.
I’ve never seen “Guys and Dolls”.
as the dolls filled up the little shelves that were set aside for books originally the little girl got more and more zealous with them. she started making room for dolls she didn’t even have yet just because she could not stop collecting them. they were her life and they were all that mattered to her.
barbies, played with as a young girl. dolls were the image us girls tried to be. we carried out our young childhood dreams and fantasies through these dolls
dolls sat on the shelf staring at the empty room that was once their kingdom. Before the girl left and sat them on the shelf to be disused and dusty. when she came back she didn’t play with them, she ignored them entirely.
Dolls dolls dolls. What can one say about dolls? I really enjoyed the musical Guys and Dolls. I would’ve written more, but my roommate was telling racist jokes….
dools
dressed up perfectly like little angels. pure as white as color of your skin. make-up done like a model as if little girls actually cared about that. what every girl wanted to look like when she grew up and how some turn out. just like a doll with no personality, just a stupid grin on their face.
He was entranced by geisha dolls. They always seemed to awaken a deep sexual excitement, that was irresistible to him. His collection filled five of the six shelves in his stylish apartment.
Quiet now, it seemed almost like his world had fallen into the sleep men enjoy after satisfying sex. This was something that had eluded him for most of his adult life.Until last Spring, when he was assigned by his employer to Tokyo.
Exhausted after the afternoon and evening of anxiety and overexertion, he lay collapsed on his blood stained couch. ‘No harm done,” was the phrase that continued to run through his head.
Porcelain doll.
Smooth, pale skin.
The epitome of beauty.
… but oh so fragile.
three dolls sat factory made and limp till one light sunlight day a red fair haired young face laid minute hands on china
I used to own dolls. I still do. American Girl dolls are so expensive, and I never really liked them. But all of my friends had one, so of course I HAD to have one. I had one named Nellie, and I always had to keep her hair immaculately brushed. Always. I can never figure out why. Because my Felicity doll was mangy. It was disgusting.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
She snorted. “I look nothing like Barbie.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, placing his head on her chest. “But I can hear your heartbeat.”
dolls have a lot associated with them. they can be creepy or the reason why all of westerna society is anorexic. either way, they should be scrapped. now teddy bears are another story…
I love dolls that can talk, walk and cry. What about dolls that can wink, giggle and tell jokes? I admire dolls. They look so sweet in their pretty clothes. I still love dolls but I have switched to cuddly toys, mostly tiger cubs, big cats and teddy bears.
I had several dolls when I was a little girl. I was obsessed with them. They were my babies. I would dress them, feed them, rock them, push them in their prams, put them to bed, reading them fairy stories. My mother made them beautiful clothes. I dressed them all up for my tea party. Lilly was my favourite doll.
dolls. arent we all like little dolls. Our strings have been cut, and we can run free, but our stiff plastic limbs and brittle woven hair remind us still of our past puppetry.
The Russian dolls sat in a heap in the beautiful German shop. Heidi dusted them every day. They were so pretty to look at, from baby to nan. The artist must have been skilled to design such lovely patterns on their bodies.
I like dolls. When I was younger I used to have a collection of porcelain dolls that sat on shelves looking down onto my bed. I used to imagine that when I was asleep they’d all come alive and have a party like in an Enid Blyton book. They each had individual names and characters and I liked some more than others. By thee time I was 13 the dolls began to freak out some of my friends when they came to stay so I moved them to storage under my parent’s bed. I still like to think they party by night and lie there plotting their revenge by day.
I like dolls. When I was younger I used to have a collection of porcelain dolls that sat on shelves looking down onto my bed. I used to imagine that when I was asleep they’d all come alive and have a party like in an Enid Blyton book. They each had individual names and characters and I liked some more than others. By thee time I was 13 the dolls began to freak out some of my friends when they came to stay so I moved them to storage under my parent’s bed. I still like to think they party by night and lie there plotting their revenge by day.
dolls are plastic creatures. they have looks but alot of girls see them as ideal models and tend to want to follow them in their outlook. an example would be barbie and ken in which girls are being degraded into thinking that they must be as skinny as barbie and must marry (just like abrbie married ken) when they grow up. This kind of dolls would serve as a bad model for kids and thus would not make for a good toy.
Dolls. We all are them. With big round eyes that see into the depths of our souls, and little innocent smiles that light up the world.
Human dolls.
I can play, form, create. Because we all yield. We all want to be perfect dolls.
Edna shuddered when he picked it up. She recognized him of course, with the shock of black hair falling in front of his eyes. It was Jacob, to be sure. But small. Tiny. With little cloth arms and a knit jacket so tiny she could have slipped it over her thumb. Finneus reached for a pin and she shouted. He was going to do it, he really was going to do it. And somehow, she knew it would work. He pushed it slowly through the yarn, and the doll flopped lifelessly in his gloved hand. Miles away, Jacob screamed.
Edna shuddered when he picked it up. She recognized him of course, with the shock of black hair falling in front of his eyes. It was Jacob, to be sure. But small. Tiny. With little cloth arms and a knit jacket so tiny she could have slipped it over her thumb. Finneus reached for a pin and she shouted. He was going to do it, he really was going to do it. And somehow, she knew it would work.
creepy, porceline like figures that stare absentmindely across the room as if trying to find a place in this world. Nothng is right to them, only to collect dust on the shelf they are surcummed too.
Creepy things – dolls. A still, waxen copy of that most animate and precious – a baby. In their likeness yet alien nature, we learn to copy and imitate the actions of our parents.
plastic, porcelain figurines staring at me from the bookshelf in my room as a child. they were a constant, in my dreams, in my waking hours.. the plastic dolls.. barbies. aqua. once my dog at one one of my favorite barbie dolls. I was upset, angry and sad.
“Why can’t you ever buy the exact one I asked for?” she cried. The tears ran down her face. Her nose was red.
“But, honey, this one is the same size, and she has a cute polka dot dress,” her mom pleaded.
“No, no, no, it’s not the same. I wanted the dark-haired one whith the shiny blue dress and black high heels. It’s not the same.”
Inside the little girl suspected that Mom had bought the other doll because they were poor. Everything they had was poor. Just once, couldn’t she have the exact one of anything that she asked for?
sitting in their beds waiting to be used by the doll house. watch them in the little dresses with their kens and plastic cars all pretty and perfect and annoying in their constant smiles. i can see their eyes watching me. watching me…
girls
plastic
toys
play
children
house
make-believe
dolls are pretty cool i suppose. Many people would associate the use of dolls for a male to mean that the individual was a domosexual. oh man writing with a timer is very distracting. last time i do this haha. first too i suppose. hey, how’re ya doing? Oh, time’s up. bye
The dolls sit on the shelf watching me. All my life they have watched me. The dolls know my secrets. At least I know they will keep those secrets. A smile and I leave the room. The dolls are my childhood.
A Dolls House by Henrik Ibsen. Featured a mainly masochistic view on women in that time period and thus created a lot of negativity about it. Because of the main male protagonist, Torvald Helmer being very dominant over his wife, views of a patriarchal