fairytales
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At church last night, we were sharing a meal, celebrating the girl in nice, white clothes, not quite as little as you'd expect.
"Life isn't a fairytale."
I've told myself a million times
It's not a Hallmark movie
It's not a Jane Austen novel
It's not composed of kingdoms and wishes
Princes and happy endings
Behind your eyelids in a land far away
Where children roamed all night & all day
Fire-breathing dragons & unicorns that could fly
For Some extra laughs.try reading to the beat of "Hi Ho" from Snow White
Im not a Poet and I know it..but I tried :)
ACHOO, ACHOO
Sneazing is all I do!
Why did Walt name me sneazy?
There was once a beautiful witch with a heart as black as coal
She appeared on the steps of a castle and cursed thousands of souls
She blamed the prince's greediness and said his heart was dark
The Neverland Fan
I never want to grow up!
What’s the point anyway?When you can fly up in the sky,
and play around all day.
Twelve dancing princesses twirl ‘round the hall
Laughing with glee as at last they shed all
The burdens of holding a state on their shoulders
Once, in the vast history of the Earth,
A kind-hearted prince Phillip, owner of jade eyes and silk tunics to match,
Found himself convinced of the worst crime possible:
Mother goat said not to open the door
To her seven little goats
They did not open the door
For the first two times
When the wolf came by
In books I've lived a thousand lives, In pages counted countless lies,In paper found the truth and cried,To reading of a love that's blind. The lives of those famed princesses, With struggles high above the rest, With gowns and fine embroidery, B
We all are not one as they say,
I hold only what I may,
I am an animal- No..Literally I am,
Nothing but a beast among beasts,
Chained even amongsts animals as the "judge" decrees,
I was given to her on her thirteenth birthday
A bright red hood to symbolize her first red moon
Given to a girl who's grandmother loved her dearly
Lost in a maze of trees, alone, forgotten
I stumbled upon a house, covered in the bowels of darkness,
A place familiar to a bird who is perched on a white oak.
Tiptoeing, branches swaying in wind
“Oh Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair.”
“Since that is the ladder, I will climb it, and seek my fortune.”
Sure you could climb up halfway,
Your boyish valor shining brighter than the sword at your hip,
Once there was a Beauty,
That fell fast asleep.
During the day she was happy,
But at night she would weep.
Not knowing her parents,
Or who she really was,
It gave her much trouble,
Once upon a time, I was a princess
I was a beauty who lived in a castle;
I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words,
But all the while found my stigma a hassle
There was a prince I was supposed to love,
Drowning in her lonesome,
amid in her cottage full of chocolate walls,
the old woman lust for attention.
Her decor of vibrant sweets in and out of the house,
"Why am I so feared?"
I ponder this ages. I ponder this for years.
I am the "Evil Queen," they say.
"Snow White, the poor girl!" they say.
I wasn't always this way...so obsessed with beauty and such
A flowering brush silently drips and perspires under the regulation of the dawn.
Bees spawn amongst the first lit blooms, humoring the early bird.
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds
The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
I scaled the stone wall,
Green moss hugged the edges.
It would be impossible to climb.
I looked up to the window,
And there was a flash of golden hair.
There she was,
I've never seen anyone so fair.
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall
Please ignore their sugared stories.
Listen to our ancient lore.
Don’t speak of happy endings.
Not knowing what we bled for.
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall
Please ignore their sugared stories.
Listen to our ancient lore.
Don’t speak of happy endings.
Not knowing what we bled for.
Once upon a time,
In a city tucked away,
No one could hear a chime,
Only silence made it's way,
There lived a young man,
By the name of Aladdin,
Holding some cheese in his mouth,
The fox sat down to feast.
A crow flew by to spy,
perched on a branch in a tree.
Once upon a time, lived a boy who could not die
eventually. yes, but Peter was lonely at best
until one day he saw a band of brothers
who looked so happy, together, forever
so he decided to take it for himself.
You feasted on the bear, the bird, the boar;
I was the one who brought them to your door.
Are princesses so blind to who supplies
The panther’s pelts where you so often lie?
If Cinderella had taken her fate into her own hands,
She wouldn’t have lost her glass heel.
Maybe she would have ran away, hung a red lantern above her door.
I could not in fact spin straw into gold
A little lie, my father should’ve never told
Would they know if I jumped, would they know if I ran
With knives, you bless me with marks of loveWhile your words guide my mind to insanityYour kisses leave me weak; tear inducedDrunk on your pain
My Dear True Sweetheart
After the witch's death, I rushed home to tell the news
Running out of breath, ecstatic of the thought to marry you
However, I was told to be with another lady
Not so long ago,
A beautiful girl was born.
They named her Aurora
After the glittering dawn.
Soon she started walking,
Which was followed by talking
Before her parents knew
Growing up, the happy endings are shoved down our throats
Like a spoon full of sugar
While other kids grow up with the harsh realities of their lives
Once upon a time
A young girl so benign Confronted by the curse Touched, pricked, and tumbled Fallen by the spindle.
Oh the unlucky one
Rembered for her collapse
If you traveled far back in the woods
(Farther than the Farthest back tree),
you may find a tiny cottage made of stone
with gentle puffs of smoke billowing from the chimney.
I woke and fell in your arms
Has your lips touched mine
Never knowing much more
Trying to keep us from falling apart
A fairy tale is a made-up story that everyone hopes to believe is true
Parents tell their children and they hope to fulfill their wishes
Once they read them, they don’t feel blue
when I was little I used to dream
of being married and living
Happily ever after, a Queen
that sits on her throne with Pride
glittering in sparkling
daylight, shining blue,
pink, silver, and golden
They never talk about this.
They never talk about what happens after.
When the crowds leave.
When the pomp and circumstance has faded.
When there's nothing left but me and him.
The flickering candle lit the deteriorating cabin
An owl stood on a branch whooing out in the forest
The author sat at his old wooden desk
devising fantasies for the young ones
Once Upon A Time,
there was a little girl
with a soul big as the sky and a heart that echoed in the ground
when she would lay in the grass
and roll down the hill
to the laughing creek.
Once Upon A Time,
She heard the clock chime,
Only to tell her the magic was leaving,
But she didn't care for she was believing
She would see him again.
That blue dress and perfect hair,
Do you not believe what you see?! I'm standing right in front of you, you can see me, can you?
That must mean that i am still real, what a relief.
For quite some time i thought i was fading away.
Sometimes we believe that fairy tales come true
thats what I thought when found you
but before you can have a happy ending
you have to go through the pain,
and that causes confusion to your brain
Sometimes I feel like I am a lie.
Not my life, but myself.
Looking into the mirror I see…
Past the small-lipped grin
Past the curious eyes
What
Am
I?
It feels like a true fairytale.
Like the ones your mom reads to you at bedtime.
You're dreaming of walking through the dark green woods.
Only lit up by the tiny fireflies buzzing around.
"Oh dearest, my sweetest!
You must tell me now,
What causes the furrows
A-rest on your brow?"
And I say, "I prithee our time do meet soon,
To the time when forget-me-nots bloom,
Since a young age
I've been plagued
My mind set a certain way
By fairy tales
They taught me
That happily ever after
Always follows the end
And the princes marry princesses and that's it
Whoever says fairytales aren’t real
Is a liar,
They exist in the bookshelves
And bedtime stories;
In the look a boy gives a girl
And the way the girl laughs;
A happily married couple,
When I was young I adored Peterpan, I've always wanted to go to neverland
I wanted to stay a kid forever, growing up I realized that Neverland never existed
When we were younger, we were led to believe that our fairytales are our templates on how our lives are supposed to be.
We grow up thinking we are supposed to meet our prince or princess, get married, live happily ever after, the end.
I remember my mom bought this old dusty book for fifty cents at a yard-sale;
Now, the title of this book was 100 Classic Fairytales.
So, if I ever got restless and my mom just wanted peace,
It is common knowledge that Princesses are associated with towers,
Waiting, sighing, crying, whining, pining away for men with flowers,
And shining knights to come and fight the awful dragons of their past,
Looking up at chandeliers with broken glass, You lay down as you remember all your time that has passed. Thinking of your prince and how love went through your heart like a beam, But then you awake and realize that was all but a dream.
Snippity snap went the great Skizorswaks
As the giant's hair came scallowing down.
She looked in the reflection of her shithering glass
And quathingly formed a slight frown.
Here I am, once again
Sitting in the same place, same routine, same faces
I’ve mistaken a change in pace to be progress, a step out of this mess
I’m discouraged at the realization, no longer through the rearview mirror;
I once knew of a girl,
Roaming and young,
Who closed her eyes when it rained,
And envied the sun.
I write you wondering if I've made a mistake giving you my heart so fast. even though I told myself after the one before you I would never fall so quickly. That I wouldn't let some one in so fast. Let them know my past present and future.
