Once upon a time, there was a
fat-***, rude, easily aggravated, and aggressive princess
who sat at the top of a tower,
waiting for a dreamy prince who would someday climb the tower
and rescue her
and not care that she was
ugly, loud, and half out of her mind.

One day, that day came,
and this boy of a man
climbed up the sides of the ****** tower
that contained the dreaming princess,
hoping to save her
and make her his.

Once he got to the top,
he tapped her window,
rap...rap...rap
"My dear, I have come save you! Come out!"
She stirred out of another daydream of a
hunky, sweet guy coming to save her,
only to find that it had come true.
She dashed across the floor,
with her fat chubby legs, her heavy panting, her sloppy, ***** and tattered chiffon dress,
and burst open the french window.

"Oh hey yea, sorry I was kinda busy back there, so what's up? Why'd you come knocking? Hmmm..? Where are you?"
She looked around, but couldn't find the poor prince.
Turns out, the prince had clung on the the window,
but once she flung open the windows,
he lost his grip and fell back down,
all the way down to the bottom.
She stared down.

"****! Oh well. At least he gets that pretty ***** at the bottom,
who has yearned for his attention for so long. He'll be happy. They deserve each other."
She shrugs, closes the windows, and watches as
the fair maiden at the edge of the tower
mends his bones and his heart,
while stealing it along the way.

The fortunate prince fell in love with the dear maiden,
and it seems that she had always loved him from afar but never dared to say a word,
and they both lived happily ever after.
Of course, all while the princess stared down with a knowing smile on her face.

WHERE ARE YOU?!
STAY!!!
I love you more than anything else.
Don't leave, I need you, we need you.
I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough,
but hear my plea...
Don't. Leave.
-breaks down and starts to cry-
You mean everything to me...
I love you.
It's not too late to stop,
we'll work things out!
Just don't go!

HAPPY OTAKU DAY!!!

I stole you and put you in a little cage
Inside my heart.
No,
It's not a prison,
(At least I hope not)
But when you hurt,
The cage inside my heart,
It feels it.
It feels your pain
And resonates it throughout the rest of me.

It hurts.
It hurts so ******* much.
A jolt of too much bad electricity gone wrong bursting to life flowing in and out of my veins,
Fire coursing through,
Burning me inside out,
And don't even get me started on what happens on the outside.

Cause on the outside baby,
That's where it hits hardest.

It's this pain that will cause me to wail,
Toss my head back in agony,
And to scream like a banshee.

But that's beside the point.

Just...
Stay safe.
I care.
It hurts.

Paradise?
No such thing.
You thought it was real?
Hah.
It's just an illusion,
I'm just waiting for it to crumble.

thought it was supposed to be good to look back
blast from the past
and maybe it is
a good thing to do to look back
and remember everything
and improve as they say
but is it really o worth it
when looking back just
hurts and hurts and hurts
and aches and leaves you shaking
at 2am unable to stop crying and remembering
oh god oh god
i remember it now
all the things that i had worked so hard to make disappear
are chasing me now

so is it really so worth it?
to try to learn and do better
but to only end up never being able to even get past it?

I'm a photographer, and I can totally picture you and I together.

If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

I thought happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes.

Do you live in a corn field, cause I'm stalking you. (so creepy lol)

Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got fine written all over you.

You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

Can I have directions? [To where?] To your heart.

I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by YOU.

I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I'm going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.

Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

You look so familiar… didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry.

If you are a steak, I'd say you are well done.

Can I have a picture of you? So I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.

There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can’t seem to take them off of you.

Sometimes I feel like
Everything and everyone
Around me is dying slowly,
Dropping dead
Like planes flying too high,
And dropping down,
Bombed.

She carried herself like
She only just recently found her beauty,
Smiling shyly behind masks of joy.
I guess that's what brought him to her.

Pretty soon,
They were wrapped in each other,
Like a pair of tangled earphones,
They sang melodies
To each other,
Bringing smiles
And passing notes back and forth.

But like all music,
There will always be a pause,
Then a skip,
Then a resume.

Excuse me?
You? Yes I'm talking to you.
Do me a favor will ya?
If I asked you never to break a girl's
heart,
Never to bring her hopes up too high
Then to smash it back down
To the group so that her
Glass heart
Will just shatter,
Would you?

Maybe we were all so wrapped up
In our own little worlds
Concerned about grades,
Concerned about parents,
Concerned about everything else
But the things that matter most:
Our friends.
Because when it comes to it,
In the end they are the ones that will support us,
But hell,
We forgot to support them.

It hurts.
We are vain little creatures,
Forgetting the best we ever had.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you,
But that doesn't mean you should go.
Don't leave me,
Us.
I'm sorry I'm not enough of a reason
For you to stay
Or even say goodbye to,
But I promise,
If you stay I'll try to mend this relationship,
Work things out with all those you mistakenly hurt.

Just don't leave...

Let me be your animal-
contain me,
care for me,
feed me and love me
and I'll stay by your side forever,
serving you
my faithful master.

Ayyyyyy-
So as quite a few of you presumably know, the original creator of this page is pretty awesome.

However, from now on, there will be two people maintaining this HP page- the creator, et moi! The creator of the page will use whatever nickname she likes to differentiate herself from me, and vice versa.

We'll make sure to put the differentiation in the notes of each post, the exception being this one.

But yeah, that's about it- so hey, guys! You can call me LB ;)

How do you show your love
To the person of your dreams?
Words aren't enough,
And they are too far away.
What to do now?

Everything good comes with a price.

You came with the cost of my free thought,
And my flirtatious disposition,

Friends come with the fact that you will alwyas have to be there for them, support them no matter what, be burdened by their death and mistakes.

Good grades come with sleepless nights and devotion to mindless work.

Life comes with sorrow and grief as well as madness and terror.

Books come with the fact that if you read them to the end, you will be sad cause there is no more to it ocnce you are done with it.

And the list goes on, from simple things, to everything.
Think about it.

**** priorities.
I've got you,
and you're all that's important right now.

Back and forth it keeps going
the silence just stretches on
none the wiser to start talking
no one wanting too
everyone too scared
both too angry
too bitter
too... sad.

I miss you.

Remember,
you might think that everyone hates you,
but that's not true.

There will always be someone who needs you.
(and if you don't think there is anyone, there's always me.)

Thanks so much for bringing me so much joy,
So much sugar wrapped up in this little device
Called a phone.
Thank you for a million smiles,
For wiping away my tears,
For keeping up with all of my
*******.

Sorry I'm never enough,
But thank you all the same.

strings are played in the background,
the lights dimmed,
shadows twirl into fairy tales
and come to life
where I watch
all alone...
you come at me,
offer me a hand and a handsome smile,
i grab it and we do the swing
as i laugh.
giggling i dance the night away,
young and free, for once.

its when,
i feel the most free,
like im a balloon and can now fly away
far far away into the galaxies that await my arrival,
this is when
it disappears.
punched, shooken, everything goes wrong,
guest yell and scream, running away from
me...
he stares at me and backs away from me slowly,
a monster.
i look down.
I have melted off my costume, my mask,
and all thats left
are my scars, the blood,
a living hell.
i look up and away.
I grab his hand and drag him back with me
to the hell that i belong in.

It was dark
and I wasnt alone.
I could hear your gentle breath,
In and out of your mouth,
those soft lips perfectly puckered
and your breath finally steady.

You were asleep.

You were finally seemingly at peace,
your mind wasnt running around
worrying about how to pay the bills
worrying about me,
you were finally sleeping and dreaming
and in bliss.

Stay off the streets,
stay inside,
don't make contact with anything or anyone.
There's a terrible virus going around,
it climbs through your veins,
crawls into you every thought,
and drives you mad from the inside out...
This thing will render you useless,
making your legs like jelly, your mouth and tongue bloated,
your stomach twisted.
It calls for you to talk to others, even if you can't,
to spread the virus around
with words,
actions.
It craves the touch and interaction of others.
Stay off the streets,
it's coming to get you,
it will tear you apart,
and you won't ever be able to get back up again.

Because she held the stars in her palms
And played them out into constellations,
And finally put them to rest
In our eyes.
They will sparkle and twinkle,
Glimmer and glow
With a burst of fire
Wherever she goes.

We'll smile laugh
For she is the one
To care for us all
Amidst our dying gasps
She'll always be there
To bring life back to our souls.

Our dear mother,
The one that makes sure we don't do anything crazy,
But only the best fun,
Thank you for being there.

Let the rain wash away your sins
And bring a burning fire into our hearts
Fighting to stay dry,
To live.

Let it drip down your face,
Rush down your body,
Rejuvenate the soul.

God stared down at the Earth below him
and burst into tears.
"What happened?" he whispered.

J: Hey.
A: Wazzup.
J: Eh, could be better could be worse.
A: Could also just stay the same.
J: Tru dat. How about you? I haven't seen you in forever... hows ur love life? >:)
A: Ugh. Could be better, can definitely get worse.
J: :( aww that *****... I expected your love life to be in full bloom!
A: Not yet, not yet. Hows ur love life???
J: Uhhhhh... my love life? Never heard of it.
A: Sure, theres the guy whos last name starts with an "s" :D
J: ??? What guy??? maybe its just a stupid, foolish, good for nothing crush...
A: You don't know unless you try!
J: haha I can say that to you. I know you have at least five not-so-secret admirers and have a crush that is totally worth pursuing...
A: U at least have a chance with ur crush. Gtg. BAIIII :D
J: Au Revoir, mon amie! STUPID HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!! :P gtg tackle Lasko as well... plz help meh! :P

Two words:
****. You.
I do not stand to put up with *******.
I will be empathetic, sure, that's just who I am.
But I will not take your utter ****.

Once upon a time,
there was a prince,
the prince of all the VASHs,
aka Vampire Angel Super Humans.
He lived amongst them,
cherished by all his subjects.

He had everything but what he needed,
he had the good looks,
the "L" skills,
the girls,
the money.

What he longed for was
his parents to help guide him through the wonders of the world,
a girl to treasure and be by his side.

But his parents were gone,
and no girl had a heart as golden as his.

One day, as he trekked through the swamplands with his trusty horse,
he came across a peculiar little girl.
She wasn't much to look,
dark hair, large brown eyes, button nose.
He walked up to her and asked,
"Hello, miss. Might I ask what you are doing here on this splendid day?"
"SHHH!!!"
He stared at this bizarre, short thing and listened.
All he heard were the wings of the dragonflies,
the fluttering, haggard breaths from the girl,
the chirping of the cicadas.

She collapsed.

"Milady!" he caught her in a french dip, right before she fell into the mud.
He carried her over to his mighty stead and carried her home to his castle. There, he brought her to the infirmary and stayed there as the doctors tended to her. Luckily, she had just fainted. What a peculiar thing.

She gasped, and sat upright, looking around.
"Where am I?" she whispered, and turned to the prince, wide eyed.
She fainted again. The prince shook her, calling desperately, "Milady! Milady!" and finally she woke up.

She shook her head and ran out the door.
He caught up with her down the hallway, she wasn't a very good runner.
He cornered her, and leaned in to ask her, unintentionally very sexily,
"Are you okay...? Why did you faint?"

She just looked away, terrified, her eyes round, her face painted red with blush.
"I... I... saw you and was... astounded that you, the prince, was talking to me, and that you were so... dashing..." she stuttered under her breath, and looked up, straight into his cerulean eyes.
He blushed, a bloom of crimson sprinting across his face.
She looked away.

They remained in that awkward position of him with his arms cornering her to the wall, she trying to meld into the wall, for a couple more moments, until the young flabbergasted prince realized what he was doing and let go.
She scurried away and the prince shook his head.

What was he thinking, getting mesmerized by her?
He didn't even know her.
But yet...his heart pounded.
Or rather what was supposed to be his heart.

He walked to his bedroom, locked the door,
and went to sleep dreaming of Ms. Peculiar.

The next day he awoke,
showered,
the girl still running through his mind,
and went to breakfast.
As he sat down,
a servant asked him,
"What would you like to drink this lovely morning, your majesty?"
He looked up, startled, to see the girl he was thinking about all night standing before him, in the traditional ****** maid outfit, blushing, hiding behind her hair, looking at her shoes.
"I would like some orange juice, and some of you please." he replied, realized what he said, abruptly stood up, and walked out of the dining hall.
She stood there, in shock and turned slowly back to the kitchen.

The next meal,
he walked into the dining hall again as if nothing happened.
"What would you like to have to drink for lunch today, your majesty?"
The girl. She was still here.
"Water. Just water. And, I would like to talk to you after lunch, if you would mind."
She was startled, but she nodded and walked away.

After lunch, he fetched her and brought her outside the dining hall.
"Miss, what is your name?"
"Alice, your majesty."
"Alice, would you like to accompany on my adventures? And please, do just call me Cole."
"As you wish, your majesty."
"But do you wish to accompany me? Please, it's Cole."
"I do. Thank you, Co... Cole." she bows deeply, waiting to be dismissed.
"Do you like nature?" She looks up, startled.
"I do, very much."
"I remember you staring at the cattails yesterday. I hope you do forgive me for startling you yesterday."
"No problem, Cole. I shall see you tomorrow?"
"Certainly, I will find you." She scurries away, and unknowingly to him, her heart is pounding, and as she rounds the corners, she presses against the wall, trying to stop blushing, to stop smiling and the drumming in her chest. She peeks around the corner to see him looking longingly back in her direction. They make eye contact, and she quickly hides. He blushes and walks briskly away before he can do something else to embarrass himself even further.

The next day, he jumps out of bed,
Refreshed and awaken by the thought of
Her.
He eagerly gulps up a quick, hearty breakfast and finds Alice with a call of a servant.

"Shall we leave mademoiselle?" He bows and kisses her hand. She blushes, nods quickly, and they walk side by side out of the castle and into the woods, both on horse. She trots slowly behind him, taking in the scenery as he takes in her, her practical clothing,  tough leather boots, tied hair.
"What are you looking at?" She self conciously looks down at her frayed old clothing.
"I'm just looking at the beauty in front of me."
She looks up, startled. He looks ahead and continues down. For the rest of the day, the two talk, about aimless things at first, but soon began to open up to each other.

She longed for him, but he was a prince, it was forbidden.
He longed for her, but she was a maid, it was forbidden.

By the end of the day, both knew each other very well, like old friends, but both yearned to learn even more. Both were shy.
Days like this continued for months on end,
They never ran out of things to talk about, things were so easy between them.

Then one day,
The prince made a picnic.
It was basic, just ordinary peasant food,
Layed out on a blanket
In the magical meadow they discovered not too long ago.

They sat down to eat,
Them afterwards,
Layed on their backs in the grass,
Watching the clouds pass overhead.
When they got up,
There were little shards of grass in her hair
And he laughed.
She looked around,
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, you just look really cute with all that grass in your hair. Here, let me help you out with that..." he brushed the grass out of hair and tucked her soft hair behind her ear. He slowly brought his hand from her ear to her chin, followning her jawline, gently, delicately cupping her chin, bringing her face closer to his, brushing his lips on hers, ever so faintly.
He opened his eyes, looked at her.
She stared back at him, smiled a little bit,
Surprised them both by leaning in to kiss him full on,
just a bit more passionately,
and he felt the playful smile he had come to love play across her lips.
They melted into each other,
And for a couple more hours,
They lay side by side, hands entwined,
Looking at stars, quietly taking in each others love.
It was a nice kind of quiet.

When it was time to leave, they kissed sweetly goodnight
Both wanting to be with each other,
Both waiting for time to pass so they could be together again.

And time did pass.
Maybe not quick enough,
But it passed.

At court, everyone argued,
Saying a prince should never be with a maid!
But his mind was made and there was nothing anyone could do to change it.
He didn't try to change her,
Nor did she try to change him.
After a month of trying in vain,
Everyone gave up, and let the two lovers be in peace.

After a year of
Loving each other,
Always being there,
Cole took her to the same meadow again,
The very meadow they kissed for the first time in.
The same day,
The same picnic.
But this time,
Once they got up,
He brushed away all the grass from her hair,
And got down on one knee.

"Alice. We have spent the last year together, and I actually lived for once. I have never felt so alive until now, nor have I ever felt so much in love with a girl as I have with you. From the moment I saw you in the swamp, I knew you were something special. I loved you then, and I love you more still today. I don't think I'd ever be happy without you in my life... so I want you to make me the happiest man alive, and be here with me on all the journey life brings, I want you to be with me always, so I can always protect you and cherish you. I love you. Will... will you marry me?"
Before he was even able to withdraw a ring, she kissed him fiercely.
"Of course I will, you dummy!"

And they lived happily ever after.
The end.

It's not when you let go and let the pain rush over,
That's not when you're the strongest.
That's not strength.

Strength is being able to smile
Even when you are overwhelmed eith hardships,
And don't you forget it.

Trust me,
I'm not doing this for me anymore.
I've given up on me.
There is no point in
Trying to revive the dead.
I'm doing this for you.

You're my reason.

I want to play you like a record,
trace every groove,
listen to all the secrets you tell me,
treasure you forever.

I always joked about getting run over by a car.
I didn't really mean for it to happen.
So when you got hit by a car who
Couldn't ******* stop at a red light,
I died a little bit as well.
You didn't know it,
But I sat on your shoulder and watched your days go by,
Helping,
Watching,
There.

When you got hit,
I got hit too.
We are in this together.

I'm a photographer, and I can't picture you and I together.

If I were a stop light, I'd turn green everytime you passed by, just so I don't have to see you any longer.

I thought happiness started with an HAPPI. Why does mine start with NOT U?

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I run and hide.

Do you have a map? I need to figure out a way to get the hell away from you.

Do you live in a corn field, cause I'm just gonna harvest you and sell you to someone else.

Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got Violation written all over you.

You look cold. Good. Freeze to death.

Can I have directions? [To where?] To get the hell away from you.

I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated enough to tolerate talking to you.

I was so disgusted by your face that I ran into that wall over there. But thank god I don't have insurance, so don't bother telling me your name and number.

Is there an airport nearby, cause I'm gotta get on the next flight to Antarctica and get the hell away from you.

You look so familiar… didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had physical education, where I was educated how to physically hurt you.

If you are a steak, I'd say you are too meaty.

Can I have a picture of you? So I can show Santa what I don't want for Christmas.

There must be something wrong with my eyes, they've started bleeding at the sight of you.

The remedy to a tough day,
The antibiotics,
The ointment
To sooth away all my pains
Is you.

Once the nerd,
who sits in a corner
and reads her troubles
away.

Was the popular girl,
talked to, played with,
flirted with.

Past being the *****.
Teased at,
flirted with sexually,
hurt looks.

Now reverting,
turning myself inside out
and letting myself be true.

Searching for answers
and myself,
comforting tired tears,
contemplating what to do with excessive unsolved problems.
Quiet. Observant.
Notices everything, good and bad,
but does nothing.

The figures round about
In and out of my mind
Like tendrils of smoke
Coiling in curls
Turning figures into question marks
That wrap around my fingers like rings
Which I wear and hold with pride.
The rings that shape me
And who I am today.

You came in black.
Drenched in black,
encompassing the night into your every move.
Sun or moon for each eye,
stars twinkling your feet
so that you can slip quietly in,
black holes removing all evidence of breaking in.

You crept slowly, surely
grabbing everything you found,
every little
secret, scar, soul shine
into that bag you clung to,
clutching it so that it hung from your back.

You passed my fire place.
Empty, with nothing left but coal and dust.
The fire once there?
Now long extinguished.
You shivered,
and continued looking.

You glanced at the kitchen counter.
Strewn across it were spices
and ripped up shreds of pictures
of all those loved.
Mixed into remnants of
entrees, appetizers, desserts,
too good to be true,
gobbled up too fast,
gone.
You shudder,
continue.

Finally, you find what you're looking for.
In the basement, kept in a safe right by where I slept,
you found it.
You reached towards me,
slowly, silkily took the key I had around my neck
as I sighed at your touch and unconsciously let you take it.

You twisted the key,
opened the safe
and grabbed the
ornately scarred,
worn down wooden
box that was held inside.

You opened the box.
Inside lay a red thing.
It resembled a minuscule
mauled, mangled, mutilated
crimson heart.
You sighed with relief and tossed the box and it's hideous contents into the bag.

You grabbed everything else you found and put it inside your bag.
Some were lead heavy, others too light...
Memories kept too long,
some fading,
some still fresh,
others just too strong of a memory.

You crept quietly away,
but not before you heard me whisper your name.
You looked away
like the coward you are
and left the house.

What am I to you?
just another little *****
who needs to be ******?
someone you need to examine
without any clothes on?
do you need me to strip for you?
and after, do you want me to take my skin off as well?

He took away the thorns that itches at my side
and replaced them all with roses
that stood day by day
reminding me that
I
am
loved.

I've been trying to pull everything apart
the echo of your steps down the lonesome corridor
the soft touch of your fingers as they twirl my hair
the soft voice you used to sing in
the scent of you on my clothes
every memory in every place
everything leads to you
but no matter how hard I pull and pull
every memory comes snapping back
every time I come so close to pulling you all out
pulling pulling
all the kisses and hugs
all the scents and sounds and sorrow
can't seem to go away

You've haunted me,
left me to wail and cry
to no end
no mercy
there's nothing I can do
nothing that will ease my pain
you're gone...
you're gone...

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and *****,
Comet and cupid and Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall?
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Has a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeers
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?

Then all the reindeers loved him,
And they all shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red-nose Reindeer
You'll go down in history!"

Why is it that just because he
was asked for help by a celebrity (Santa)
and became associated with this celebrity,
all the other reindeer all of a sudden love him?

Doesn't that mean that the reindeers only love him
because he is now a celebrity
and not him as a reindeer?

What scares me most is the truth,
The truth that maybe...
I'm scared.
I don't want you to leave me,
Knowing that I am nothing without you.
The truth...
That maybe
I'm weak.
I can't stand on my own,
Not without you.
...
I'm gonna keep running from the truth for now.