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Rod E Kok Oct 2014
I don't believe in fairytales
it's really not my thing,
I've never told my children tales
of dragons and of kings.

We’ve watched some shows
on the T.V
of Rubbles and the Stones,
we watched them drive around their cars
of ***** rocks and bones.

I’ve read them poems
of ancient deeds,
they rode a trojan horse.
Those bards of old
could tell a tale,
words of truth of course.

We’ve sung our songs
of buses wheels,
and Irish unicorns,
but now we hear
the beating drum
marching until morn.

I don’t believe in fairytales,
it’s really not my thing,
I will not teach them, I’m too prim
they really are quite Grimm.
Hello dear reader, today's prompt for #OctPoWriMo is 'once upon a time' and 'happily ever after'. That's right, we are delving into the world of fairytales. Nothing about my work in the past has indicated fairytales, but I really stepped outside my comfort zone on this one. I think this one is fun, whimsical, and downright playful. And it rhymes. Go figure.

Rod E. Kok
October 16, 2014
Xyns Oct 2014
Our love could be like a Fairytale

Twisting, winding down brick trails

Full of mystery and wondrous spells

Unguarded hearts with happy tales

Endless room without fear to fail


Our love is exactly like a Fairytale

No matter how bad I want it, It's just not real.
TrAceY Oct 2014
little sister do you remember all those nights
I sat on the edge        softly folding my love            
your small body warm but heavy
my attempts at safety as I spun
apologies into lullabies
and read stories of ethereal landscapes
with orphaned children lost

I almost had you believing
we would be so much more
than our childhoods suggested
and in kings who ruled true
and queens who stayed brave

little sister can you imagine I am sorry
for all the nights I walked by your door
without stopping,  my footsteps echoing
the sacrifice I did not make
leaving you wanting
stories where nobody         needs to be saved
Marissa Kohlman Sep 2014
We’ve all seen them….
The people with the glazed over eyes
        Stuck halfway in that world
                   And halfway in this
Their clothing still covered in grave dust
         From the skeletons they wrestled with all through the night.

“We have history,” they say
         But now it’s a fairytale
                   And they can’t let go….
Poem 7 in my "7 Poems in 7 Days" self-challenge.  Bonus challenge:  All titles must be school subjects.
Challenge complete!!
Kayla brooks Sep 2014
And in that moment I knew that all of the fairy tales I grew up with
All of the love stories I was brought up to believe in
Were fake
That true love doesn't come to those who wait
Or to those who truly deserve it
But to those who realize that there's a reason the ultimate love is usually the love that is forbidden
And that it is forbidden because if it were allowed,
We'd all believe that those simple little fairy tales were real.
Chelsea Aug 2014
i wake up and realize that just because it's a new day
doesn't mean your problems are all gone
sometimes i expect sleep to magically fix it all like in the books and fairy tales
but life ins't a fairy tale, it's a non fiction book that if you pick carefully it could be a great or terrible book.
and sometimes you don't get a say in what that book will be like
because every book is different for every individual
Dianne Aug 2014
Started with the tenth,
Ended with the twenty-fifth.
I am little red
And I’m looking at your pearly teeth.

How did I get so lost in the woods?
How did I get so lost in you?
You already ate half my heart
(Like the bread in my basket)You split it into two.

And I’m bleeding,
Dripping trails of blood,
I wasn't supposed to be here
I wasn't sure how I got.

My mother warned me
About the strangers in the woods:
Keep your eyes on the bread crumbs
Tighten your red, red hood.

The warlock healed me with his magic hands,
The huntsman vowed to avenge me,
The baker fed me with comfort,
The knight struck his shining sword valiantly.

Grandma said, ‘Forget the amber eyes, the deep voice, the untrue.’
‘Your true options stand before you.’
Yet why in the world (in the galaxy, in the stars)
Do I still choose you (who broke my heart)?
Morgyn Harris Aug 2014
My virginity was stolen from me at the age of fifteen
No longer innocent, just impure and unclean
A few years later, thinking I was in love
I fell easily into him, believing he was the one
Giving him all of me, all the little pieces
Opening up and sharing all my secrets
But I was abandoned once again
Leaving me more broken in the end
Countless nights trying to drink the pain away
What's wrong with me? No one seems to stay
No future anymore, no goals or happy life plans
Just being used and so many one night stands
Vulnerable to anyone who shows me any interest
I please them and then they make themselves so distant
Every night I know I'm being used and then forgotten
But I keep failing myself, falling for lies then feeling rotten
I'm trapped in my past and the ship continues to sail
I want to land on the ground and break free, but all my efforts fail
But still I refuse to give up shining hope
I'm choosing to leave my past and escape this sorrowful *****
This story is one I used to fear to share
But my past no longer defines me for one day it will end a fairytale




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