Writing Prompt

I used to lie to try to please, to win their sad favor

Become what they wanted – pick your poison flavor

Or if they were lost, I’d become their loving savior

Cruel desire, desperation, ruled over my behavior

The boys and I would get piss drunk, stupid high

I would spread their leather wings so they could fly

They clipped mine without protest; didn’t dare to try

They took me down and out til...

It’s Love.

He said as she finally gave in.

Scared that if she did not, he would leave.

It’s love.

She told herself.

As his hands traced her body.

One place to the next.

It’s love…

Except it’s not.

It never was.

And never will be.

She is not a toy to be used.

She is not a Prize to be won.

She is one in a Million.

I deserve love.

She tells herself.

Real love.

She will not go...

I’m not your puppet

Not a toy to be used,

In your little game.

They say your trouble

and for some reason,

That’s your claim to fame

You can’t control me

You can try

But i’ll fight back

You can tug the strings

But i’ll tug harder

And pull you down with me

Because if i go down

I’ll make sure

You do too...

I am art.

Meant to be looked at,

admired,

not touched.

But come close,

see the strokes that make me up,

the colors of my Maker.

My body a portrait,

sketched from dust,

beautiful in the eyes of man.

Holy is the canvas I was born on,

woven from love,

brushed with care.

I am not meant to be touched,

but look,

and see that I am a masterpiece....

I’m not a toy to be used

I’m not some pawn in your game

I’m not something you can play with,

And throw away when you’re done with me

I’m better than that

I’m owed more than that.

I’ve worked too hard on myself

To be a toy in someone’s game.

You can try your best

But don’t be mistaken,

I don’t fall for the same trick twice.

You can try it,

But if you do

Just know you’ll have hell headed you...

I am not a toy to be used,

I’m a toy to be played with,

a toy to be loved.

I was made for you.

You played with me for a while,

Till I was weary and tired,

Before discarding me in the pile.

Now I can justify the word choice of used,

Even though I’d neglected to use it at all.

Is this what I was made for?

Wind me up like clockwork.

The same story,

Over and over again.

Someone picks me up,

Has thei...

Bay adjusted the headphones on her head and continued down the sidewalk. She gripped the hand in hers tighter.

"You're digging your nails in again." Zeke flinched.

Bay slowly let go. "Sorry."

"Babe, your house is right here. Are you feeling okay?" Zeke stopped and asked.

Bay removed her headphones and put them away distractedly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Bye." she went to her door and inside, up ...

I clench my teeth and hold back the sob urging to escape my throat. A cackling laugh is loud behind me. My fists are formed into white balls, scrubbing the floor with a damp sponge sprinkled with tiny bubbles. My throat is tight and my breath heavy. Sisters argue over who the prince will like more, who he will chose. A single tear drops on the wet floor, and the cackle grows louder.

"The little g...

“I am not a toy to be used.” Kira stated calmly. She hated the feeling of being played with. Like she was a brand new toy and toddler just got for their birthday.

Kayd looked at her apologetically. Did he really make her feel like he had been using her? He never thought of her as an object to use. She was his world. Everything that led to this moment was because of her. She saved him.

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Gerrold was known for one thing: his realistic doll-making skills. His entire life was lived in his family basement, where he was rumored to have a thorough workshop and prototypes for all types of dolls, even ones he hadn’t sold. His speciality was puppets; carving their realistic faces made him smile, as if they were his friends. He could craft them however he wished and that artistic freedom wa...