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penn Sep 2015
One of the risks of being quiet is that the other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.
penn Sep 2015
You can't blame prince charming for not putting an effort to let all of the maidens try on a glass slipper just to find you, when you didn't put on an effort to climb down the attic and confess your love to him.
You can't tell him that it was his fault that you rot sleeping inside your tower, when you shouldn't even been playing with needles in the first place.
You can't hate him because he married ursula when you were the one who rescued him from drowning, just because you could'n step up to own what's yours.
You can't cry over him just because he didn't scream your name so you could let down your hair and let him rescue you, even you should have just cut your hair and tied it down so you could escape all on your own.
You just can't say it's his fault because honey, not every princess could be saved.
And if you just sit there waiting for a rescue, it's either you die waiting or you end up waking up one day, being the evil queen.
penn Sep 2015
"I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing — I was born with the 'Evil One' standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since."
penn Sep 2015
Why I couldn't I post a photo here on HelloPoetry? Hmm.. Too bad..
penn Sep 2015
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the biggest fool of all?
It must be the boy who can't stop crying?
Or maybe it's the girl who kept on trying...
penn Sep 2015
I don't understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn't it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?
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