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Crafting clocks to pass the time,
As I can hear the Ocean Tide
the cuckoo every time reminds,
Midnight exact is when She died
I swim in bottles ev'ry night,
Each time I find Her close in sight,
In the Midst of Misunderstanding
They all assume
That I am what I’m not.
But what can I do,
Other than to bear their misunderstood beliefs.
What would they say,
He showed her the world.
Shinning, simmering,
was it splendid?
He asked her where
has she come from,
Where did she want to go?
The Princess smiled and said
“just go.” And so he went,
Once Upon a Poem:
a backlit town
the story place
a girl with shame
upon her face
lost from her journey
off sunlight roads
the daughter hid
to bear her load
She is fascinated
How shiny and sharp
How peculiar
Their uses a mystery to her
She is fascinated
Up above, how do they move
Words unknown, tangled in throats
And a constant hum in her ears
The world is her oyster and she is the sea
Trapped in a melody only she can hear
Toes curl over the edge
Take a deep breath
Since when does one become "evil"?
Is it my pride that broods you?
Or my age of wisdom and fairness
No one
Not even my little sister
Could ever succeed?
I am the prince oh how great am I
So great I can bestow a kiss to any princess I find
My men did come and to the forest we rode
Upon being out there a beauty I did see picking berries and practically calling to me
A poor little tanuki who has done nothing wrong has found himself trapped, but not for long. Here comes an old man, tired and frail coming over to save his tail. Now free and happy as a clam the tanuki ran up to thank the old man. "Thank you, sir
A poor little tanuki who has done nothing wronghas found himself trapped, but not for long.Here comes an old man, tired and frailcoming over to save his tail.Now free and happy as a clamthe tanuki ran up to thank the old man"Thank you, sir!
Once in a kingdom the no longer exists,
There lived might king and his little princess.
He loved her with every ounce in his heart.
A day came about where the king fell ill.
His daughter sat beside his bedside.
Once upon a time
peach trees
grew outside my window
green leaves blew in the breeze
the view from my balcony
just trees for days, over hills and valleys
a sweet scent on the air
There once was a street rat named Aladdin,
Who was crushing on Princess Jasmine,
With her pet Raja,
And his big tiger paws,
He hoped for true love and a companion.
Aladdin met the illustrious genie,
They gave me a name and started writing my story.
I was give girly characteristics and made to be a boy's dream girl.
The Boy who has lived
For hundred of years
Sneaks silently
Watching my tears
Though I have wept
Those secrets well kept
Hair as red as apples snags on branches
A basket swings by her side filled with nothing but secrets
too naive, too young
Her hand is on the door now
too many lies
She's pulling back the sheets with a smile
Once upon a time there was a princess
Or was it perhaps was it a prince?
Give me a second I shall look into my index,
Ah yes, here it is, it was nothing but a man.
Composed with envy atop his brick wall
A gust of wind coursing through his veins
Humpty Dumpty sat and pondered, with tears in his eyes
as he studied his broken remains
Once upon a time,
Is where you’d like to start
But this is no fairytale
More of a gleam into the dark.
The Glass slippers everyone talks about
Evil Stepfamily
They burn my senses
killing me slowly from the inside
I see their effects on me
Through disorienting lenses
From the world they force me to hide
A young girl, who was kind and true,
Lost her mother which left her world askew.
After, her father married a widow that never quite behaved
Alice, oh, Alice,
You’re mad. Bonkers. Off your head.
But I’ll tell you a secret, all the best people are
I break into cold sweats and my pupils dilate
Doctor! Doctor! I need my prescription
Her world is split in two And sometimes she can't tell Which is good or which Is a dreadful glitch She can't ever control Heidi, witch of a town Till the town couldn't take Anymore mutteringAnymore stutteringOf frantic confusion The forest loves
I am not the girl I used to be
Crowns, jewels and an emerald sea
Used to entice and intrigue my eyes
Until I was resorted to swallowing flies.
Now I've learned a trick or two
There lied sweet, little Red Riding Hood
Who felt the impulse to see her grandmama
She wasdressed in a red cape and held a basket with delicious food
Red symbolized her adventure in the mysterious forest
