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So much to say, so few words find my lips
It’s like I kissed a girl
And gave her all my words

At first I thought it was my breath
She took away

She spoke and I listened
In awe,
Of the way her sentences glided from
The back of her throat, tongue, teeth, lips-
Lips.

I once kissed a girl
And left all my words on her lips
Like some weird- fucked up- homoerotic
Little Mermaid

She was Ursula and Prince Eric
Stealing my freedom
My voice but still
My captain, knight in shining armor

She was the prince
The sea witch
Everything I was warned of
Everything I still dreamed about

When Ursula took Ariel’s voice
She used it for another
But she used it for me
On me-
But the good words got used up

They were on a countdown timer
Without restart or pause
Then there were only bad words
Then none

I once kissed a girl and gave her all my words
Now I have none left.
In the middle of the night the wolf pack howls
The girl stares dreaming out her window
Her grip on reality losens
As the weights on her eyes pulls them down
Her mind takes her to the snow white castle
Where the marble gleems with energy
The village boy waits in the mangroves sand
Playing with the muddy water as he waits for her
She walks down in a white gown lifting it as the mangrove swallows her
“ ready?” the boy asks joyfully as he gets into the boat
“ Yes where are we heading?” She questions
The corners of his lips tug up as the words fall out of his mouth
“neverland”
Charm Oct 7
Mermaid, mermaid, you're still young
Listen to your father so you won't do something wrong
Humans are dangerous, stay away
Even if you've got an eye on a man
Swim in the wide sea for eternity
But don't you dare step on our territory
Stop collecting and start living
Happiness you will find without searching

Mermaid, mermaid, you've been played
A potion you took and you lost it right away
She's the devil herself, you should know
That the spell you're on won't last long
A kiss in three days you should get
If you don't want your legs to leave you instead
You lost your voice what a tragedy
You won't be able to talk what a misery

Mermaid, mermaid, it's okay
You found love, don't be scared
Red hair, long legs, and a prince charming
A perfect match don't you think darling?

Ariel, Ariel, it's okay
A perfect ending you've got there
Jo Swan Sep 30
The darkness of secrets had kept me in shadows
The pain of the past had caused my family to weep
For they experienced life full of unjust woes!
Yet the Heavenly Lord has awakened me from sleep.

I hear the echoes of my forefathers’ voices,
They tell me to rise like the Mighty Sun,
It is time for me to wake and rejoice
On their legacy of what they have done.

The wise wind of fate pushes me to my destiny,
My blood burns with a new determination
As I am resurrected with a new identity
For my forefathers have impacted the entire nation

For many years I thought I was ordinary
Yet the cries of my ancestors beat like a drum-
Telling me to soar like a golden dragon.
In love and hate we have all endured and succumb

I give thanks to the heavenly divine sky
As he has given me a gift of armor made of courage.
“Awake my dear daughter”, the mighty Lord cry,
“Do not let the army of fear make you feel discourage.”

So the wind of destiny has revealed its plan
That I am to inherit their legacy,
Reclaim the throne and be the Princess of Han
For this is my destiny!

(c) 2018 Joanne Chang
Sometimes being born as a female, society  expects us to be delicate exquisite fragile flowers. Yet I realise deep within my soul, there is a female warrior princess waiting to unleash and conquer her fear!!!
ethan gaskill Sep 28
i love the way that words
take you to a different place;
how all it takes is your gaze,
sifting across a page of words
for you to travel to another world.
i love the intensity with which you read
it isn't just to kill time,
it's because you love it
the same way i love writing about you
i love that it makes you happy,
because you're too pretty to be sad
i love that books remind you
of people you know in the real world,
but i love it even more when you tell them
because true selflessness
is sharing your happiness with someone else
i could say more, i could write endless pages
but suffice it to say
that i love that you love reading
i love it because it means
if i can dream it we can live it
either in real life or literature.
you're a princess more amazing than any author could've ever described. no one compares to you
The  thief  1

He looked at her face

The old woman still called

She called with high voice

She looked at the princess face

She saw her tears

She asked "why are these tears"

She said "you want him to stay"

And not be arrested and go away"

The princess nodded with aye

She said" I will do my way"

"To save him from jail"

The guards were coming suddenly

They knocked the door loudly

The old woman hide him in hurry

He stayed under the bed without voice

The guards rushed into the room

The leader asked with frown

We heard callings that were coming

From that floor and this room

If any thief entered her

He must be hide her

If he threatened you

You must say without fear

He talked loudly with whisper

Pointed to his place with you eye

And he will be arrested and got

What he deserved as dared

To enter the lovely person in the palace

The old woman looked at the princess

She saw her face filled with tears

She lied at the guards with say

There was no thief  her

She narrated a story

To a princess to make her happy

She forgot her mind

And higher her so she was in a story

The leader said "do you say a truth

You know f you are false

The princess looked to him with anger

The old woman said and ordered

You must dismiss urgent

The thief got out with a face

Pale as he got up from a death

His knees were knocked

He could not bear to stand

He went to set down

And tried to start a talk

The woman ordered "no talk?"


to be followed
from the
the love needs clear hearts ,who make the world very happy
i've battled demons
i've been to hell and back to get here
and you still think i'm weak?
you'll never know how strong you or i are
until we've been shattered and had to
rebuild ourselves alone.
prince charming wont come to a broken princess.
maybe he will to you, but he didn't to me.
"follow the yellow brick road"
the witch didn't die
cinderella didn't go to the ball
sleeping beauty didn't wake up
belle escaped the beast
snow white was poisoned and killed
jasmine didn't go with aladin
moana stayed on the island
ariel sayed under water
tiana didn't kiss the prince
rapunzel stayed in the tower
pocahontas didn't save john smith
mulan stayed in the village
anna didn't go after elsa
elsa controlled her powers
anastasia/anya didn't care about her past


a world where evil wins
and there are no princesses
is a scary world.

be careful, princess.
Brittany Hall Aug 13
The sun has barely risen.
The birds; already signing.
Today is the day I must forget the fact that you've been missing.
I am the queen, I do this on my own.
Never will a peasant tread near my royal throne.
My princess lost her father, but he would never lose his daughter.
We share an unbreakable bond, yours was temporary and weak like solder.
You melt away, never to be seen,
When the temperature rises; we could never be a team.
Send me the blacksmith, a real, strong man.
One who's not afraid to burn his hands.  
Surely he'd know, I can heal his wounds.
How would you though? You left so soon.
To you, the queen will always be Mother.
You have no need for me, a more than significant other.
Today is the day I let it all go.
You'll never forget, that this is my show.
Sara Kellie Dec 2017
My name is Sara, a transgender chick
Wanted a fanny, was given a dick
I hide it in knickers of satin and lace
before sitting down to make-up my face,
Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits.
Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my tits
Now for my legs I'll put on false tan,
I wouldn't do this if I were a man
Alternative nights, a t-girl delights
to sit on her bed and pull on new tights.
I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less.
Then for my shoes, high heels I choose
A sandal style shoe as every girl knows
not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes
A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer,
lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush.
I stand in the mirror all ready to go,
there's only one question I just have to know.
"Does my bum look big in this?"

Poetry by Kaydee.
I wrote this poem in 2010 shortly after introducing myself as Sara to the world.
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