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liv Jan 2015
when you are little, they call you a princess
they say
you can be anything
the sky is your limit

when you are older, you learn that there are conditions
you can be a princess,
as long as you obey your king
The sky is your limit,
but a man must build your rocket
a man's fairy tale means you must be crying out for help,
you need saving,
you are a damsel in distress
now it is time for you to write your own fairy tale
this time, you will be there in the night
there is no damsel in distress because you will save yourself
there is no dragon to slay
because you will breathe fire on those who dare threaten you

your fire burns so brightly

reflects off of your shining amor

burns down your tower
Ally Jan 2015
It's because even fairytales
has an end
And no one really knows
what would happen next.
Deon Dec 2014
Fireworks and lights
lovers staring into dark starry nights
children dream of Santa and snow
music playing and couples dancing slow

all the music
all the joy
christian rhymes and cold fills the air

it's Christmas time
cold all the night,
snow flakes flying
snow men melting

i believe in father Christmas
i believe in fairy tales
i love singing mistletoe
and opening presents

its cold and i'm feeling sleepy
i know i'll wake with a smile
and i wish you a merry Christmas
and a wondrous new year
Clover Dec 2014
Once upon a time love wasn't real.

The fairytales twist it, they shape it, they make it.

Once upon a time love was hidden behind doubt,

and he appeared one day and cleared all fear.

Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales again.
Ronald J Chapman Nov 2014
Dreams of an impossible past,
Dreams of a hungry child living in a magical place;

Dreaming as a child of fairy tales, fables and legends;
Dreaming of white tigers, dragon kings, fox girls, and foolish brides;

As a child, I never understood their meanings,
Yet listening to mother speak,
Filled me up with wondrous things,

Now, In the last four years,
These dreams of impossible things
have captured me again,

In my twilight years
with trembling hands,
I try to capture these dreams of an
impossible time,
From my fading memories
of impossible things.


© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Korea Traditional Fairy Tales
http://youtu.be/1qoVaE93aXU?list=PLdwgeItm0bcplGY1qsBWmZN0jAOxKS8Vb
Peter Simon Nov 2014
Once, there was a boy
A boy who cried wolf

The town people believed him
So they took all their sheep
They took them all to be kept hidden

Then, the people found out
That it was a prank

They got angry at first
But they forgave the boy later on
Asking him to never do that again

He agreed in everything
Everything was settled, then


The boy did it over again
Of course, the town, for the second time,
Got mad for they believed him once more

They did what they did the first time,
They forgave the boy

This time, they never bothered
Asking him to never repeat what he did
For they knew he still would, soon

And they weren’t wrong.
They heard the boy, again, cried out,
“Wolf! Wolf!”

But this time, no one bothered getting up
To hoard the sheep up to keep safe

In the morning, they were surprised,
Flabbergasted, to be precise
Because in that very daybreak,
They learned that the boy wasn’t lying anymore
The title says the boy lied three times... Yes he did. So, the question now is: "What really happened to the sheep if he lied thrice?"
hazings Nov 2014
You told me you would make my life a fairytale.

I still remember as clear as water.
You saw through my sadness,
and offered me a hug.

I fell in love with you that day.

I shouldn't have believed you.
You used me,
cheated,
yelled.
You even dragged the L word out of me, a word I don't trust.

You killed the only thing in me that was alive.

I wish I hadn't met you.
I wish I hadn't fallen for you.

You told me you would make my life a fairytale,
but you never mentioned that you would be
the villain.
UM OKAY THIS POEM STARTED FROM THE LAST SENTENCE AND IT KINDA JUST AND ITS MY QUOTE MK JUST TO CLEAR THAT UP
Stages and Ages Nov 2014
Me and you
We're alike.
The way we keep our hearts chained in our chests
So no one has a chance to break them.
Because there were the boys who crawled into our rib cages
And figured out the quickest way to squeeze all the red out of our love.

For you,
It was the boy with the fish-hook smile,
Who you let hold your hand
While he spoon-fed you lies.
And once he got bored with his own fabrications
He reeled himself up,
And left you with watery lungs
Now you chase after boys
while you wear that same smile
Hoping that
"maybe this time I'll learn my lesson,"
Because now you know how to change the hook on your line.

For me,
It was the boy who lost his heart
Long before he could give it.
And I realized that giving him mine
Wouldn't give him feeling in his empty chest.
It would just make mine emptier.
Now when boys leave after
I've taken too long to make up my mind
They say I'm heartless
And I agree.

After awhile,
Girls like us stopped hiding their hearts in our chests.
Instead we hid them in castles
Because we knew no one would look for them there.
You asked me to read something from my journal
Arun C Nov 2014
Barbi is on Prozac and Percoset
her ******* are too large  
for her back
so now she is no good in the sack
thus Ken left her for Kim Possible
Snow White is a *** addict
so many princes so little time
Alice has OCD
she shares a half way house
with the hatter
G.I Joe is AWOL
last seen by Camp Pendleton
and
oh no
Bambi is venison stew
what is true
where is childhood
for me
and you?
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