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Iska Oct 2017
There was a boy who owned the world,
or so he thought... til he met "The Girl"
this Girl swept in like a storm,
and made chaos look like a beautiful art form.
but, like all storms, disaster swarmed.
and the prince stood by, braving the storm.
But when the winds died down
and the clouds cleared away,
it reviled the other princes,
who also stood by her side.
here to save the day.
they looked to the boy
with mocking smiles
and together the all chimed;
"don't you worry your pretty head,
little prince,
one day your kingdom will fall,
and you will realize,
your castle was but sand all along."
then they turned to the Girl
whom they wanted to pin down like a butterfly,
to claim the right to say "she's Mine."
and they said "its time to choose.
which one of us could you bare to loose."
so she chose the one,
who made her laugh,
who made her cry.
who demanded the truth,
who never believed the lie.
who she wasn't afraid of ruining,
of tearing apart.
because he was like her.
the poison to her toxic heart.
the chaos to her mischief.
the fitting piece to her jigsaw life.
So she crowned him,
and made him her king.
this choice broke the little princes heart.
and her storm ripped his world apart.
there's a girl standing on a cross road,
wishing upon a star she'll never hold.
she told you not to fall,
she warned you that it would never end well,
yet still.....
you fell.
Kirsten Claire Sep 2019
I gave them fickle fables
Far from forging truths
Fair young women
With facades cast over
Their fear-filled eyes
As they realize
There is no fairy tail
For fabricated dreams
No Prince Charming
Will fall for them
It is the princess fallout
That happens to
All folly young women

9/21/2019
Kaitlin Evers Oct 2016
The dreams I dream lay far away
I dream of them not night but day
They all would say
It’s child’s play
She’ll let it go someday

They would say it was not wise
Whilst avoiding my cerulean eyes
Lo, the stage it gave me butterflies
So from their naysaying I would abscise

Still their words I could not forget
So deep down I buried it
My being and self they split
I walked around a counterfeit
My misfit turned to hypocrite
I knew then I needed to recommit

This spirit will prevail
On a red carpet I will sail
All hindrances will be scaled
I will not fail
This is more than a fairytail
My dream and I, we are *dovetail
DC raw love Mar 2015
A sleepless heart threw lonely nights
Eternally lost with bruised emotions

With endless doors of hurt and pain
Only to be closed when love is in sight

Tired and beatened through this lonely path
You try to hold onto to your fairytale dream

Not ever knowing what real love is
Leads you to not know what to look for

Thinking back when you were a child
Your fairytail of prince charming and chariot awaiting
Was only a fairytail

Now realizing that fairytales do not come true
You know wish upon a star
Rickie Louis Sep 2011
I've been in love, and loved only one,
all of them lovers, but loved of them none.
To blame, a desire, of them seems to me,
a projection from liars, who they seem to be.
But soon these sparks fade, oblivion subsides,
it's many were confused, or it's lies they confide.
All beyond reason, Unwilling to bend,
as if they are hiding, it's then they defend.
illogic so blinding, but so plain to see,
the same who once kissed, It's themselves they deceive.
To them like a game, With revolving rules,
at first they are common, then suddenly fooled.
But down to a truth, and wisdom to be,
dishonesty floats, and facades soon are seen.
The one that I loved, like a princess or goddess a fairytail, it is I who was modest.
It's now that I realize, it's I who is broke,
so willingly hopeless, my own heart I choke.
Quincy Poitras Oct 2012
I have a long list of dreams.
I want to be a wife,
A mother,
I want to work my dream job.
I want to open up a bakery.
I want to have my big house with the white fence and the children running in the yard on a summer day.
I want that fairytail wedding.
I want to cuddle up with you and laugh around a bonfire with our friends.
I dream about the future and how happy I know I will be.
I dream of traveling around the world, and going to France.
I dream of you.
I just don't know who you are yet.
Star BG  Oct 2017
Fairytail
Star BG Oct 2017
Live the fairytale,
by dancing with your inner child.
By connecting to your greatness
to sing to the music of your heart.

Live the fairytale,
by sharing a smile
and see how it gets returned ten-fold.
By taking a breath with gratitude
allowing miracles to blossom.

Live the fairytale,
by carrying self love within
to follow your dreams.
By celebrating every moment
of everyday as the gift it is.

Live the fairytale.
It's your birthright.


StarBG © 2017
Saw the word fairytale and this emerged.
SMP  Sep 2012
American goddess
SMP Sep 2012
You're an urban legend,
You're a twisted fairytail.
Majestic within your monopily,
Winning, loosing, regardless,
You're a god, you're a player,
You're the queen, you're on top.
We all know your name,
You're imfamous,
Fabulous,
You're an american god.
Autumn Dec 2012
would you rather feel the sting of somebody not remembering you when they could not leave your mind even if you wanted them too?
or
forgooten, and glad that you were because of the awful tings youv'e done?
or
would you want to be recalled and here the dissapointment in their voice as to what they remember you as?
or
would you want to be recalled for the only good things you'vr done making your whole life, look like something out of an all to sweet fairytail?
storm siren Jul 2016
Dear Drift Compatible,

You are my best friend. We do not talk every day, but we do not have to. You are kind, and good, and loving. You are my best friend, and sometimes more like a mom, and I love you for that.

When I was broken up with on your porch and ever so suddenly homeless once more, you let me keep some of my stuff with you while I was in the hospital.

You offered me a place with you wherever you are if I ever need it, and that is the kindest, most beautiful thing someone has ever done for me. If I could compare you to a summer's day, I probably wouldn't. They're humid and gross and sticky, things we hate. Winter wouldn't work either, too cold and your heart is too kind and warm.

Maybe early Fall. We'll look back into it.

Thank you for being the Spock to my Kirk ('cause you make sense and I'm an emotional mess but we're both pretty smart), the Riza Hawkeye to my Roy Mustang without the weird ****** tension, and  the Fireheart to Graystripe because everyone knows you're the logical Fireheart and I'm the poor-decision making Graystripe. You are the Levy to my Lucy ('Cause Fairytail had to be mentioned).

Forever your adopted child,
Who needs glass when we have anime and cats?
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Darryl Johnson  Sep 2014
My angel
Darryl Johnson Sep 2014
What if it works out like in the movies
That all the fear, dark clouds, and midnight tears
That my cynical, narcissistic, anxious depression was...
Not in vain
That my deepest pit of dismay was not going to be my reality
I was actually going to get the girl
The girl.

My perpetual, crushing despair was going to end
with tears

The glorious tears of joy!
How beautiful the day!
I could only imagine
You say "yes"
To me!

All those nights of pray, wishing, longing for her
They were not in vain
No! They were not!
In fact, they helped!
They worked!
Prayers are answered
Wishes come true
And hope...

Why not! Why can't I find love,
In fact, why can't Love find me
Why can't both searches end by finding each other
The fairytail ending takes place in Southern California
It's love

The most beautiful, amazing woman this side of paradise
Just her name brings a warm embrace to my heart
Like sitting by a warm, welcome fire
Tongues of light licking the stupid grin on my face
The logs crawling with the sound of cracks and pops
A feeling so at home, that you would never knew you left
That's what just her name does to me
Her name

This girl standing across from me
This girl all in white
Perfect, beautiful, and mine
My angel

Then we are in our house
Doors are locked, lights off, still night
One light left on, in the bedroom
naked as their first day
The gazes never break
Stares unbroken
Silent
I'm crazy for this girl, she has no idea

My love try's to escape through my mouth
But it only comes as choking
The love in my heart has no words
No actions nor performance
Nothing could do it justice
It is love in the most pure, untainted form

My angel
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
I used to call you Čiči
a name of little girl
from
a monster fairytail

You always smiled
and my heart stopped
for awhile

I lived for those few
seconds of happiness

I used to call you my love
as one of many clichés
in our lives

Because a true love’s
always a big cliché
burning at stake

I lived for those times
when you were mine

— The End —