To the average person, a girl.
But to the watchful eye? A princess!

Rises from her bed after each night
With sleepy eyes and messy hair,
Yet her morning sight is such a delight,
Cuteness like that is very rare!

The Sun rises just to see her,
She is quite the cute sleeper!

A quick, gentle rinse of her face,
Elegant motions of the brush,
She gazes out of her window with such grace,
Her cheeks are rosy with a blush.

That is how she gets ready,
Her pace is nice and steady!

A graceful step, a gentle sound,
Her movement is just like a dance!
Effortlessly light, her taps bless the ground,
To fall in love takes just a glance!

A sweet melody follows
Her to everywhere she goes!

Join the dance or enjoy the play,
Beauty is found in her presence,
She has no throne of stone, yet she leads the way,
Cuteness defines her whole essence!

She has no crown and yet she shines,
A princess to the watchful eye.

I am not Papa’s princess,
Nor a prince’s princess.
I am a princess without a crown,
Without a sparkling gown.

No fairy tales define my name,
No royal blood, no fleeting fame.
I don’t need a kingdom or throne,
For I am a princess on my own.

No glass slippers, no golden ring;
I am a princess without a king.
I walk alone, no hand to hold,
For I am the one who makes me whole.

I am a princess without a knight;
I fight my battles, I own my fight.
My strength lies within me.
No footsteps to follow—I create my own destiny.

So call me not pari, frail or weak,
For I am strong and unique.
I am a princess, wild and free,
A queen of my world, no limits for me.

I got on the bus alone today
and almost no one else was on it.

As it neared our campus the setting sun
hit the window so right, sending a golden corona
across the dusty seats,
bathing us all in this brilliant golden light.
Brown eyes turned to honey, blue ones to oceans—
a handful of minor gods and goddesses
on their way to class,
in sweatpants and backpacks.
It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

None of us wanted to pull the cord to stop,
but finally, someone did,
and I had to get off.
I feel alive on the bus, I feel alone at midnight.
I am the princess of the bus.

I make my boyfriend Aiden worse without intending to.
I make a lot of things worse without intending to.
I think that if I just spent a lifetime on the bus,
circling round and round at around 6:30 p.m.
I would cause a lot less harm on this planet.
But someone always pulls the cord, even if I don’t.

Aidan won’t pull the cord and neither will I.
We might be riding this bus for a long time yet.

I am being dragged,
   beaten and deceived
   All because of a bait
   i was gifted;
  
    His eyes looked wicked
    On the bed shivering
     He stripped me
     ashamed and naked
     been ripped of my dignity

     Not longer the way i am
     being sold out;
      because of a candy
       I am defiled

flitting through my mind on dragonfly wings
small enough to keep in my pocket
big enough to take up every inch of my mind

let me hold your hand
just for a moment

i want to know if you feel
as safe in my arms as i do in yours

Her hair, reminiscent of glass
Dusty perplexions, missing pearlescent marbles
She's a dream awaiting the arrival of the next writer
To speak of her story to the masqueraded creature
Posing as light to the dark universe she's encased in

She's the raging madness in her soul
Thrashing yet loving anyone who kisses her
Hidden love affairs, descending silhouettes
Leftover clothes tossed unruly; a decadent stench
Intrusive but polite to wilting foliage

Lip stains, droplets of blood, dislocated jaws
Time, unforgiving as always, punishes its victims
Misery coats her barely twinkling soul
The one who shatters her mirror
May forgive her to finally be free.

she was a princess
who desired for a sword and horse
not a prince
who could fight her battles
when she got the
crown on her head
and same power

Princess Diana was born in England and died in France.
When she was in a car crash, she didn't have a chance.
She divorced Prince Charles of Wales just one year before she died.
Diana was only 36 years old and her death was mourned worldwide.
When somebody dies that young, it's always hard to understand.
She did charity work and was trying to have landmines banned.
Harry and William are Diana's sons.
If she hadn't died, she would be 61.
For many, Diana's death was a devastating blow.
She was a princess who died a quarter of a century ago.

I must steal Harold’s purple crayon
And build myself a brand-new town
No king or paper bag princess
It will be me who wears the crown.

I shall draw myself a forest
And begin the stories anew
Word of the Fair Queen’s fame will spread
And chaos will ensue.

In order to reach my kingdom
You must first prove your worth
I cannot be reached by sea or sky
You must travel over the earth.

Through the forest is your only hope
To gain such fortune and fame
Marry the Queen and rule the kingdom
If you can survive the game.

You must follow Little Red Riding Hood
As far and as fast as you can
Steer clear of Jack and his beanstalk
Do not trust the Ginger Bread Man.

Snow White’s cabin is to the north
Goldilocks lives to the west
Hansel and Gretel will offer you food
Beware, this is a test.

The Three Little Pigs are plagued
By the Big Bad Wolf of lore
But even he is nothing compared
To the curse Sleeping Beauty bore

**** n Boots and Robin Hood
Will save you just one time
Dare to steal the Goose’s Golden eggs
And you will be punished for your crime.

If you manage to defy the odds
And make it through alive
I shall take your hand and under our rule
The kingdom will grow and thrive.

You must understand it isn’t personal, darling
When I slip the poison into your canteen
I miss my game, and nobody can be
More powerful than the crooked fair Queen.