Cinderella
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I know certain people only have a certain time with each other,But even some are meant to last forever.I do not know when exactly our story will terminate,But I want you to know how much you made me great.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
Midnight’s chimes are the last call.
Cinderella hears the tolling and runs
Fleeing
Leaving
The prince on the dance floor
With only a memory
Aurora is the definition of beauty- skinny and p-r-e-t-t-y.
Who needs a personality when men will fall for your appearance?
Ariel is selfless and brave.
She lost her mother
Like no other.
No mother
No other
New mother
Step mother
Step sister
Would have hugged and kissed her
Loved and missed her,
Stuck with step mother and sisters
Hello I’m Drizella
I’m going to marry a fella
Royal and tall
He’ll catch me when I fall
during the waltz and the tango
Wrapped in a bow
2 step sisters
Both stuffed with perfect red string and pearls
their brown hair like worms, and their eyes pools of mudd
on the outside, they appeared unflustered and unamused
pretty as porcelain dolls
Once upon a time...There lived a beautiful blonde babyWith skin kissed by the sun Her black is more beautiful than goldAs the story
there was a princess
who didn't get her perfect ending.
the blanket shielding happy eyes
is still casted by the faux story
of a princess who didn't get her ending.
BAM
She walked into my house-party
She was beautiful
amazing
breathtaking
kind
My heart is beating fast
There is music in my ear
And when you smiled at me
You've heard the magical tales
Of faraway lands
With flying children, lovesick mermaids
Genies in the Arabian sands
Cinderella, Cinderelli?
No one knows her real name
The one who dreads to marry her
Will live happy days.
Prince Charming, Prince Charming is known to be a player
once upon a time
in a land far away
a girl was afraid of
a stranger who did not belong
and sisters who were fake
maybe just one, she says
taking the pill with a swig of water
Once upon a time,
a young lady ran away from the ball.
Due to stereotype,
Cinderella immediately comes to your mind.
The difference is Cinderella's prince searched for her,
the young lady's prince did not.
She wakes, startled by a whisper breezean awakening breeze.
She remembers her loss,the abuse that came after.She bowed her head and remained pious and good.
My life has been really bad
But it's no reason to get sad
I have terrible people here
But soon they will fear
Tell me you feel pity
But if you do, Know I'm witty
We all know the story of Cinderella
Snuck out, lost a shoe and met a fella
They change the story as time went by
But I have the non-fiction, refreshing lines
She did sneak out, she lost the heel,
Dear Diary,
I wish I felt guilt
instead of just fear
to be someone good
to avoid their piercing leers
Drizella and I were never very close
Though we did everything together
I know you don't recognize my name,Although my story revels in fame.My step-sister, what a fella.Do you know her? Cinderella.Before you start to snide,Please listen to my side. Once upon a time,
Once upon a time
There laid a beast who hid herself all too well
oh my, oh dear, oh Cinderella
She was the wickedest of them all
but her beauty veiled her perfectly well
However, I've seen her true naure
All of the lights against the floor,
music floating through the room.
Women dressed to be looked at soon,
the eligible approaching in groups of four.
Cinderella, lives her stepmother and step sisters in LA
Her step sisters do nothing except tan out in the sun all day
Once upon a time there lived a girl named Cinderella,
Her story seemingly ends in joy - she married her fella!
And although most know this iconic tale,
Cinderella dressed in blue
Went to a club to go find a boo
Her feet were killing her
So she took off her shoes
She moved her hips to the catchy tunes
She was drinking way too much
Cinderella... So beautiful and down to earth
An amazing young lady, unaware of her worth
Constantly mocked, always rejected
One of the millions feeling neglected
A simple night out, but nothing was ever the same
here's to you, you knees on the ground, yes please, no thank you, wide eyed dreameryou thin-lipped, ruby-throated optimist, you girl in a dress that doesn't sit quite right on a staircase that feels too big
Who knew that a shoe
could be the path to love?
The prince thought it couldn't be true
that she was gone.
He was considered a fool.
Others would ask,
"You didn't get her name?!"
They know me as the girl with the glass slipper
The one who lived as a slave, constantly hearing my evil stepsisters bicker
More than a slipper
though they could not see
bibbidi bobbidi boo did not define me
Fairy godmother knew I was more than a shoe
more than the ball, where I fooled them all
Glass, Glass, Glass,
It echoed in her mind, as she could just never find the time, To try go and make that climb.
(Prince's perspective)
that night, i went searching for you
running through a maze
they say money can't buy happiness
but if you were me
money is the only way to get out
and not fade into cinders
It was like he was age ten again,
Tired from an outdoor adventure, having fallen asleep,
And, after a brief jostle in which Father
Picked him up to put to bed,
He was drowning
In warmth and happiness.
Soft lips,
Soft hair.
Gentle eyes,
Gentle stare.
The tug of his smiles, which I saw only few;
The drips down my face now common as morning dew.
I long for one's fingertips to brush my own,
Sinderella, you're as horrific as you name.
Sinderella, you're the only one to blame.
Just one night and yet, it was enough time
Your once pretty face, slashed at the scene of a crime.
She lay in the ashes, cold and fair,
With light eyelashes and golden hair.
Cinders, sisters, spinsters, blisters,
Haunted the dreams of the working girl,
A tangle in a palace of curls.
Once upon a time, I left my dress
In torn pieces on the floor
Where my sisters ripped it off
And left before they did more.
Once upon a time, I left my home
To venture into a one-night dream
I long to see my father again
Who past suddenly
But just away
One day we will meet again
For now I have his heart at bay.
I have been the sweetest girl
I wish I could of spread love more
I long to see my father again
Who past suddenly
But just away
One day we will meet again
For now I have his heart at bay.
I have been the sweetest girl
I wish I could of spread love more
She was a girl of only seventeen
And knew her way around a sewing machine.
Marriage wasn't on her radar
But one day he found her.
Now she has to file joint taxes.
Cinderella for a day
as a quincanera queen,
she put on her dress and walked through spring,
oh what a dream.
Modeling with her court
who where her gaurds for the night,
they gave her the floor
I am not Cinderella
But I happen to have her shoe size
A coy smile
And I’ve come to the conclusion
That this
Is enough
For a man
I am not Cinderella
But I happen to have her shoe size
A coy smile
And I’ve come to the conclusion
That this
Is enough
For a man
There she was
doing what she does
cleaning up after that horrid family
Her father, a noble man
married a woman who was much less than.
But Cinderalla, was an anomaly
No chance.No way.
Next click.
Sent away.
Being a princess isn't always easy, particularly when the tuition deadlines breeze in.
Fees to high even for a king.
Dust. Sweep. Mop. Clean. All day every day.
I do what you say, my Prince Charming.
But you still hit me anyway.
You said I was your dream.
Remeber how we danced? All the way until twelve.
Once upon a time the was a boy in a mahogany canoe.
The boy and his mahogany canoe drifted down a stream
that contained memories of an individual in the water's
reflections. From what the boy could percieve he saw a young
Once upon a time, there lived a fairy godmother. She spent her whole life granting wishes to unfortunate girls. She would hear their pleas alwyas at night, keeping her up, fufilling their wishes one by one.
Once upon a time,
There was a girl whose name was Cinderella.
Now most would think she was a maid,
But really she was a slave.
She was the most hideous girl in the land,
Cinderella walked into the gym
Thoughts of losing were very slim.
Filled with confidence sitting with her team
Sizing up the competition with her eyes full of gleam.
Win after win her team piled up
Though her face shines like a diamond,
Her hands lust for gold.
Her heart is very cold,
And her cupid has naked bows.
My dearest Cinderella
Why have you done this to me
I saw you and the prince dance the tarantella
But now all I can do is weep for I cannot see
It was all Anastasia
Queen of Cinders,
Dressed in dust and dirt,
With a mop for a wig,
And a washcloth for a skirt.
Her dreams were colored in silver,
Her heart was dipped in gold,
She wanted something bigger,
Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella,
She thought that she met a really nice fella
He held the door
and left her wanting more.
Her step-sisters warned her
You narrowed your mind
And it’s such a shame;
The wasted potential,
The weight of the blame.
It lies heavy on your shoulders,
On your mind, your heart.
It consumes your soul,
The glass slipper, the carriage . You all know the story . That vacuous Cinderella ended up with all the glory. Evil stepmother , I'm the one you love to hate . When I locked her in that dusty room I thought I sealed her hellish fate. But years we
She was tired of studying all day,
tired of being alone,
She wanted to go outside and socialize,
She wanted to get out of her home
She joined a sorority to meet new people,
Ah, Cinderella. The girl who stole my crown....
I'm sure you've heard her fairytale, but let ME tell you how it really went down.
Cinderella was never a slave, she was practically a queen!
In a world of darkness lived a girl lonely and depressed. Suicidal? Yes.
She nevver wanted to be. Everyone she knew blamed her. For Everything.
Their problems. Them losing things. Being Late. It had nothing to do with her.
Hannibal the cannibal was not always in a cage
He once was a marvelous prince, some thought he be-ith a mage
Every night a different bachelorette enticed by his charm
And they lived happily ever after
Or at least that’s what they wanted us to believe
You grow up and realize that doesn’t exist
Cinderella was a fraud
Made us believe we’d find that one prince
I wish
I wish
I wish
This mantra plays in my head
Making dazed
dizzy.
As I scrub these halls
and my stepsisters call me
I am tired of waiting
of hoping
of dream
For you have heard the story of Cinderella told,
but don't be fooled, the true story is about to unfold.
Pleasing on the eye, as beautiful as can be,
Corrupt daughters of remarried stepmother
In servitude place our poor Cinderella
No ball, they intend, until pigeons come hither
Dress Cindy up to catch the eye of a fella
"So this is love..."
The thought echoes off the caverns of my mind,as cold and empty as the darkened motel room in whichI am grateful I cannot see
The stroke of midnight, it warns me.
Magic spells passes from eyesight
Underneath the starlight, a crippled dress clings warmth
Setting forth onto a path with two slippers.
It figures it would end like this,
Cinderella, a wench,
slopped her way into the castle.
“I’m cleaning,” she’d say
though the words were a lie.
She listened and learned,
He came, I went
Hiding who we are
Swinging around in our façades and gowns
Scared and vengeful to the world
We stopped
Delighting in each other bliss
Thinking of others in a selfish era
she was looking for
in spare parts or corners
not change; but something to put in her pocket
that would grow warm over night
pressed against her skin
something very little
If your daughter came to you with tears on her face,
If your daughter came to you with rejected disgrace,
Because a stranger, of the ball, took her predestined place,
I'm so understated
Glass slipper?
I mean, so overrated
Cinderella this, Cinderella that
but you never hear about Drizella
What's up with that?
I watched and I waited
My Feet of all things
Is what spurred his obsession
So find me he must
Or the land falls into depression.
Not my sparkling blue eyes
Or the gold in my hair
But the slender curve of my foot
Cinderella, the beautiful mistreated princess who met her prince and lived happily ever after. We always hear the story of her and how her dreams came true after sneaking out to go to the ball, where she lost her glass shoe. However, let's pay at
i am not a princess,
i am a queen.
at my fingers is not a bippity boppity wand, but a sword called excalibur.
at my side is not a mouse and a sweet bird, but the servant of maleficent,
7 Thing They Didn't Tell You About The Wicked Stepmother
Number 1
She is actually a nice person. That is of course before she was robbed of her happiness by society.
Number 2
Once upon a time
In a land not so far away
Where the balance of good and bad
Forever sway
But what would happen
"Grounded, you can't go out!"
I heard, he didn't have to shout.
"You can't go to the prom!"
I think, he should take that up with mom.
Dad slammed the door shut, off to work
Once upon a time
Is how stories usually begin
But this story has a twist
It's the tale of Cinderella's twin
Few people have heard
Of Lena Tremaine
Who's tale was forgotten
They gave me a name and started writing my story.
I was give girly characteristics and made to be a boy's dream girl.
Why was I cursed
For only trying to love a child?
She did not come from my womb
But how I longed
To hold her near my breast
In comfort
Once upon a time there were Cinderella’s in the world
A Cinderella’s love was stellar
Full of confidence she glowed
But glowing out of gloom she folds
Cinderella badly wanted to kiss a fella,
But her stepmom knew of the prince's "kiss of death."
You see, this prince was addicted to mozzarella,
And suffered from a severe case of bad breath.
I've changed, I'm done
I cut my hair and died it
I've changed my style
but they denied it
she's gone, it's over as I once thought
but now I'm stronger
so I'm taking this spot
(Cinder)ella had pleaded
A wish she had needed
The young fairy was happy to provide
Ella desired a prince
Who would love her since
Tick Tock Tick Tock
On the bell tolls telling me of your end
Tick Tock Tick Tock
There’s never a way to escape the clock
Tick Tock Tick Tock
There was an evil stepmother named Tuition
Her daughters Loan and Debt were on a mission
My Fairy Scholarship broke the fall
And I met my Prince Degree at the ball
But when the clock struck 12 I lost ambition
We all know that once upon a time
This blonde headed animal lover was fine as a dime
She had friends that were mice to feel less alone
For her stepsisters and stepmother had taken over her home
Once upon a time,
Is where you’d like to start
But this is no fairytale
More of a gleam into the dark.
The Glass slippers everyone talks about
Long ago, in a far away land,
The lonely princess had a plan.
To hide her beauty and wit,
And live in the dust and dirt and grit.
Once upon a time
A girl loved a boy.
A bewitching boy.
A boy she had never met
A boy she only knew from afar
But a boy she loved nonetheless.
One day the girl got a message
They see her, petite and gorgeous,
They compare themselves to her small frame,
Wondering why they cannot look like her,
Petite and gorgeous.
They see her, petite and gorgeous,
They compare themselves to her small frame,
Wondering why they cannot look like her,
Petite and gorgeous.
There once was a princess named Cindy.
She knew she was a betty.
With her big blue eyes,
And royal disguise,
No wonder her sister were petty.
a day
a month
a year
thats how long they've known each other
it started in deep winter
it was still an adventure
they never spoke about the future
they never spoke about the kids
Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
once upon a time...
when the moon hung high
the clock struck twelve, and the young prince fell.
His thoughts were hazed, she was one to amaze.
Her feet glided around, never really touching the ground.
I had paused in the corridor, faltering
in my crystal shoes, my gut flipping with
a cold sense of unbelonging.
The floor was lucent gold and smoother
In this particular fairytale,
There is no poisoned apple or bread trail.
Instead, there is a girl and a glass slipper.
No Grimm details, no sign of Jack the Ripper.
Our story begins with Cinderella,
She had a ruby gemstone hue to her hair
yet became trapped in the shadows because of her name,
and warm, worn-out eyes
from witnessing conniving Cinder,
true to her ashen, dark name,
her lips part at the arduous notions of
stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace
with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails
The scene always opens with a girl in rags
On the floor
Tired and overworked
Exhausted and sore.
The archetype who deserves so much more.
Roses are red,
people wilt too,
Cinderella is fading away.
She works day and night,
to her sisters' delight,
on the filthy ground like a slave.
A knock on the door,
a man with a letter,
A young girl, who was kind and true,
Lost her mother which left her world askew.
After, her father married a widow that never quite behaved
Deep in her sleep, mice sung and danced.
Birds perched on her window sill and told her about the world.
In her dreams, Cinderella was a princess with magic on her side.
She never cleaned,
she never worked,
Once upon a time
There were seven kingdoms
Founded by seven sisters
And blessed by an immortal witch
The stories of these kingdoms
You may find familiar
But know that all is not as it was told
Once upon a midnight dreary
Cinderella could see her future clearly
A life in a house
With step-mother louse
Cinderella's eyes got quite bleary.
Enough of this! She blarted
As she stood
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful mistress.
Her story is cruel;
You don't want to miss this.
With a name like Cinderella
Can cause quite the mutter.
Causing her to isolate herself
Once upon an Ending the Earth fell on my shoulders
as if I was Atlas carrying the whole world
The sky shattered like glass on to my skin
making scars deeper than they have been
Once upon a time...
There was a young lad named Cinderfella
Who lived with his stepfather, and his hideous step brothers
And they abused this poor lad hella
It had gotten worse since the death of his mother.
"Clocks on the wall
Talk to watches on the wrist
It's the (moments) we relive
It's the moments like this"
In ashes, the pot is as black as the kettle.
A princess in rags wouldn’t stoop to my level.
What would you do in my shoes? What do I?
Life gives me a pumpkin, I make pumpkin pie.
Once a upon a time,
There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor.
Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother
Made her do all the chores.
Cindy around the block hated wearing shoes on her feet.
She had scars on her toes from the dirt on the street.
When she went to market, her stepmom made her wear them,
Soot covered clothes,
Rough calloused hands,
No one cares to know, no one understands
That girl who became royalty,
I would hate to foil the
Fantasy
The false reality
waltzing, with clarity, with passion
the body moves how the voice knows not
to speak
with one’s feet paints a most vibrant picture
of the soul
reach out, extend the arms
a welcoming embrace
They hurt my feet
these slippers red as a beet
I don't want to go to a fancy hall
or wear makeup on my face
in this "gorgeous" sheet.
but those horrible sisters and mom they say
Once Upon a Time
In a castle on a hill
Lived a princess of nursery rhyme
Who changed her life with an iron will
Cinderella a classic story
A cinematic hoot
From Grimm her tale is gory
This is something most alarming,
All the guards are scurrying, swarming,
Carting 'round the great Prince Charming,
Knocking every village door!
If you ignore 'em they come charging
Cinderella knew her wealth wouldn’t last
For when the market crashed
At the mercy of the dollar
Her blue dress became a blue collar.
Her vision was dark; almost a luminescent black capturing the silenced room. She tried to add color, any color, to her line of sight, but nothing came.
Cinderella do this, Cinderella do that
Always demanding and ringing to call me as if I was a maid
Constantly I clean up after you and I don't even get invited to a town's parade
Today I'm breaking free
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess
Now we all know how this story goes but noone knows cinderella woes
This story is often told from people looking in
Noone knew her struggle and what she felt within
She was the beauty in all the land
Yet no fair man would take her hand
Her dreams she would trace in the sand
To live with the stars was her only plan
No one could save her soul's dismay
I’m a brown eyed girl,
Perfectly average,
Was never enough for the prince.
It may have seemed like I had it all,
But all I wanted,
Was a kiss,
Upon my lips.
My dream was never a reality,
She grabbed her pearl beads
And her room key
Left her soul in agony
Cold street corners
Search for donors
Empty handed she won’t be
Empty hearted, possibly
Dying slowly, audibly
There was a girl named Cinderella
who met a handsome young fella
the prince proposed
then she forgoed
and suddenly gave him an umbrella
You know the Cinderella tale,
How a peasant became a princess.
But do you know what might have happened
If the Fairy Godmother had not appeared?
What if Cinderella never went to the ball?
Cinderella got the shoe
Cindrella got the dream
Cinderella was seen
Cinderella had a clue
But what the author doesn't portray
What the author doesn't say
The author doesn't use the words--
You can say what you want
I still remember
As if i fucking want to
the floor
butter and dried up soda,
behind movie screen
Gently eyes, kind heart O I wish a pawn a star
With each passing moment my heart flutters alight;
His smile shines brighter than all the stars combined
As whimsical music flows out through the night
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,
I’m no Cinderella
Never lost a glass slipper
Never got prince charming
I’m no Cinderella
Always felt strange
Faraway
Slipping away
Always felt strange
she's more than just a pretty face with basic taste
her insecurities, she hides them well
but they still leave a trace
I see her come home at night
You use to be my Luke Sky-Walker, and now you are my Hans Solo. (Star Wars)
You were tired of monkeying around. (Jungle Book)
Broken hearts are like broken glass
Hearts shine at a glimpse of light but...
Are going to shatter at the slightest crack
Like Cinderella's slipper, falling to the stone
Broken, with no one to pick up the pieces
The unforgettable night I had,
That made everyone except me mad,
I was playing in a basketball game,
To win it was my aim,
Splish splash the net goes,
The sound only ballers know,
How many frogs do I have to kiss
to get a prince who will give me bliss.
How many lamps do I have to rub
to give me someone I can truly love.
The future is unknown to anyone.
All we can hope for is the best,
Until this short life is done.
Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
Yeah, I'm white
Never Been in a fight
But my dream is to knock out some lights
Talkin' 'bout dreams,
one-a mine's to be free
Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key
Yo, little do you know about me
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress
Does not hold a demise
For no person shall attempt to withhold her
She has imagination creativity innocence virtue
Let her twirl
Like those girls in the movies
Where's my prince?
That'll search how and low
For the matching fit
Like those girls in the movies
Where's my point guard?
That'll play me one on one
Have you ever seen eyes that speak sermons.Respirations that birth holy spirits.With those kind of eyelids that are like curtains,Blocking out sunlight that flowers cherish.
To be honest, I'm scared.
I feel like Cinderella
Void of a happy ending.
I lived a prosperous life.
The crash happened.
The situation worsened.
Now I am drowning
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.
Gold and red-checkered lips.
Pink and purple plumage in pin-curled hair.
Corsets colliding with chosen partners.
Flickers of light from silver sequins scattering the ballroom.
Fairytales
I never used to believe in fairytales
I’m not like Cinderella when the clock strikes 12.
Won’t prick my finger and fall asleep
Or become a prisoner and love a beast.
But I met you
You say I was your Cinderella.
The problem, though, is that
Prince Charming doesn’t lie
and Cinderella isn’t supposed
to be a troubled soul.
I think, if I have to be a princess,
I’d rather be Fiona,
To the ball I go
Under bright stars
To fetch my dreams
Making them mine
To dance until dawn
In glass slippers
Once upon a dream
The clock
It strikes
And midnight hits
Two evil sisters
Cinderella, a poor maid
Her sisters prepare
Magnificent scene
The royal ball of the king
The Music like gold
pulling out my hair
drowning in despair
Cinderella made me believe in happily ever after
and driving into the sunset chased by laughter
even though her prince left her
because of the baby weight
