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Jinx Nov 2012
Lyrics racing through my mind,

the meaning hidden from sight causing me to become blind.

Cinderellas gone I guess it's time she grew,

especially after everything she's been through.

No more ruffled dresses and careless fears,

under her eyes is where the makeup smears.

Time to say goodbye to the Illusions of the king,

time for her to make the saddest song to sing.

Time to move on from 'Prince Charming',

time to let go of her feeling of yearning.

Standing up with her head held high,

she doesnt look back and wonder why.

Now she's moved on to her real prince,

though the saddness built up tastes so quince.

Knowing she'll have time for her heart to mend,

she still knows whats going to impend.

With every single breath she takes,

and every single time she shakes.

For every single time she falls.

She knows he'll be there for her through it all.....

After she sat there and cried,

on the inside she died.

Once white she's now a black Swan,

For now Cinderella's gone.

Looking to her muse her face remains blank,

the man's heart sank.

Her lips parted with a voice so strong,

she said 'Sing me another song, Cinderella's gone and shes not coming back so long.

Let her go back she's gone.

Bring me another day,

then send me on my merry way.

Illusions for the king don't work on me at all'
Logan Robertson Jul 2018
England you had your chance to dance
on soccers biggest stage with France
you had your chance to advance
but you fell to Croatia's lance
how two stricken spears quelled the romance
and now cinderellas laugh at your trance
as a sorry Big Ben now sits in a prance
while the Croats sip your tea and perchance
To continue.
Oh, my. Now Belgium takes third in your belly up dance
You reign now like a fish at the surface with its sad eyes askance
Where did it all go Big Ben, the spirited stance
Sigh. To wait four years lost to be tickled with waning happenstance


Logan Robertson

7/12/2018
The writer joins all the other England fans in the losses.
To continue.
jennifer ann Jan 2015
¨oh cinderella¨ the prince called out cinderellas name lovingly filling her heart with fear. his call used to make her feel safe and secure. ¨what a fool i was¨she thought.  ¨now im going to die hereº ¨hello my dear¨ the prince sadisticly smiled. ¨hello.¨cinderella rolled her blue eyes coldly. ¨why the aditude cinderella? you know i don't like that. we're not going to get anywhere if you keep pushing me away like this. ¨ the prince raised his eyebrows sympathetically. cinderella shook her head in aggravation ¨dont you get it? i dont want to get anywhere with you. you are everything i hate about this god forsaken world.¨
the prince chuckled ¨it's so adorable when you try to act like you're smar cinderella. do you even know what the word godforsaken means??? he laughed. ¨your lack of wit is so very comical¨ he smiled as he began to walk away. ¨where are you going¨ cinderella called out. ¨into town. now dont you go anywhere.¨ he laughed. ¨i have to find a doctor who will come to the palace re–break your arm and put it in a cast for me.¨
¨break my arm?¨ cinderella jumped. ¨yes my dear it's not going to heal correctly that way now is it? see how difficult you make things cinderella? if you would have just stayed instead of trying to leave me with a broken heart then i wouldn't have had to break your arm and we wouldnt be in this situation. why? why cant you just let me love you?¨ the prince looked at cinderella sympathetocly as he turned away and slowly dissapeared into the darkness of the dungeon. cinderella wept uncontrolably.
Jim Sularz Jul 2012
© 2009 (Jim Grant Sularz)

With my first soulful breath,
it was mother’s eyes I saw.
She counted my tiny fingers and toes,
leaned gently, to kiss my brow.

Announcements sent out right away,
my name chosen, so carefully.
The name, I think, a famous general’s claim,
was now the name, I’d call my own.

My first birthday gift,
sweet cake smeared across my face and lips.
The first steps I took, outside mother’s reach,
she sprinkled fairy dust, to help me fly!

Each year, with each measured line,
mother made my mark along the door.
But, I always tried to fudge a bit,
with tiptoes on the floor.

Bumps and scrapes and crying soothed,
some ointment, she’d kiss away the pain.
Everyday, I’d come running back to mother,
for hugs and kisses, anyway.

First day of school, anxious cries at home,
an endless day away from mom.
“Draw me a “choo-choo” trains,” she said,
and I drew them - all day long.

It was through mother’s eyes, that I glimpse the World,
both good and bad were explained.
But only good would make it past mother’s eyes,
and the bad was chased fast away.

Warm summer days, family picnics at the lake,
corn dogs and ice cream on a stick.
Cold snowy nights, white frosted windowpanes,
making snow angels, with half-frozen fingertips.

First school date, first Christmas dance,
where cinderellas and princes pranced.
But, the eyes I noticed now,
were no longer just my mother’s.

Long years of school, drills and rules,
a foreign shore, a sweetheart missed.
And through it all, there was always mother’s voice,
calling me home from a war’s abyss.

Wedding bells rang out crystal clear,
those other eyes I noticed, were now adored.
The years flew by, our children grew,
and mother grew older, too.

Thanksgiving feasts around the table,
children born, toasts, and loud celebrations.
Birthday gifts, songs, proud graduations,
and mother’s bright eyes, began to dim.

In her quiet manner, with a solemn look,
mother smiled and held my hands.
“Upstairs, there’s a jar behind my easy chair,
go there - when the time is right.”

When death arrived, in wait for mother,
with a chilled silence, on the darkest night.
Mother reached out for her last embrace,
then was wisked away, bathed in light.

Mother never washed off my marks along the door,
saved a flower from my first Christmas dance.
Framed her collection of my “choo-choo” trains,
next to a portrait of General Grant.

Grand children loved to dress up at “great granny’s house,”
where cinderellas and princes pranced.
And upstairs - mother left me her fairy dust,
to help them fly!
I wrote "Soldiers Called" to honor my father , Henry.   "Through Mother's Eyes" is for my mother, Virginia.

Jim Sularz
In twilight sleep,
thoughts out of control,
images take hold.
Viewed against  the canvass of blackness,
dead people dance
with succubi an incubuses.
Tiny gymnasts
balance on sharp edged swords
in le cirque du soleil
under a moonless sky.

Grimm’s tales
of baked children
and hungry wolves
play out. On a runway
starving women show
the latest fashions in cardinal red.
The Grinch stole my  green silk  Balenciaga gown.
Gave it to the frog  prince.
Sleeping beauty is just a ******.
She had too much of all of it.

Hermes glass slippers are sold
Only too few and deserving  Cinderellas,
trophy wives of  mummified kings.
What they really deserve is not on the menu.
Just le plat du jour of ortolans.
The three pigs are out of breath,
Not enough air for a *******.
Rose colored glasses take on a nasty
hue of watered down blood.
Bottle green is not la couleur du jour,
rather that bile color
with a tint of pus yellow.
There is a storm brewing,
A tsunami rising,
the earth shakes,
Volcano red lava
licks down the mountain.

Destiny?
Fate?
Apocalypse?

A voice whispers:
put up a shield, a bright canvass.
Paint with bold rounded strokes
in earthen tones.  Mold  vessels
to hold the morning dew.
Catch rays of sun
in a glass glockenspiel.
Hum the world, sing life.
Touch, feel, be alive.

A ray of sun sneaks through the blinds.
Dust dances in a shaft of light.
I am safe, for another day.
Red Mint Jun 2014
You are breaking everything with your (un)worn shoes
Stomping on stereotypes, evil, and souls
While tasting the smoke of a rolled cigarette.
Then you worship the streets in the background of jazz
Calling a revolution:
The king is dead, long live the anarchy,
Monarchy is buried under fedoras and ashes.
Damp fingers and open lips cease to surprise,
Just burning leftovers of shame and bray goosebumps
In churches. Heavy breathing nuns and squeaking altars...
Men, what can you see through the illuminators of your glasses?
Your planes and ships, machines have already turned
Back into pumpkins, bleeding cinderellas and their babies
Born in the tales of horror.
Evening - it's the new tomorrow! Instincts wake and it doesn't hurt
When you tickle the Milky Way in search of a Friend.
Philipp K J Dec 2018
Naked pink and ebony feet
brush the slimy grass filled path
Through the tea fields elephants retreat
After a night of jaded mud bath

Armored with sack and gunny  weight
Enter the frost covered fields in drowsy rest
Wake up the greens to  a gentle fright
And pluck under care of  enchanting *******.

The supervisor mackintosh
Walking with a bend and a toss
Shout at those Cinderellas
Who look for shoes and umbrellas
Even  before its time to knock off

The tin covered temple of olfactory  auditory deity,
the holy Garden tea
The chanting enchanting to a coma hot  mesmerizing wafts of aroma
fills the air, capture the sense of all devotees who belong to the Orthodox commune TEA or CTC.
The sirens bugle the devotees into fits
They come in shifts for worship.
The tender hearts freshly plucked before they attain mature Tea
Spread to wither under a  hell
of a hot air with care.
crushed and torn and curled,
the souls are put into a purgatory rotary drum to pause to meditate
on the ephemeral color change
To cover the green with copper red
Garment to ferment  before being sent
to the fluid fire dance
To attire in black and retire
in packages
for a last plunge in to a boiling cauldron
The finale
Endgame
A sacramental service,
a self sacrifice to energize the tired souls
In cups of tea..
Emma Liang Aug 2010
and the smell of crushed pine cones was so strong it made the whole world feel sharper, like glass

dull colored leaves crunched under our feet
                          I imagined them all to be Cinderellas who had been
                          just for a moment, colorful&bright;&perfect;

                                                    then I only stepped on rocks and you laughed at me and called me silly.

                                                    I loved it though, the way you threw your head back and put your hands on your knees, your eyes crinkled

your laugh echoed off the mountains it was so loud and
                                  happy it made me want to sing,

all the birds cried out in surprise and flew away over our heads
                          so many of them they covered the sky for a moment
                                                    just the downy blanket of soft crow's wings, the silence seemed so loud after that

                          you took my hand, it was so big it covered all of mine and I felt the calluses and strength of it until your hand was so warm I pulled away;

you looked sad so I twisted around you and took your other hand.

sometimes it's like trying to remember a long-forgotten dream,                                                     trying to remember these times;






other times I can hold a                                                     pine cone,
                                                                              an inky black crow feather,



                                                                              and I can hear your laugh still echoing in my head.
I honestly have no idea where this came from, but feel free to comment of course; thanks for reading!
michael capozzi May 2014
i don’t think it’s allowable
for me to be jealous of someone i
haven’t ever met but i wonder what
goes through your mind when he says “i love you,
my little starlet.” the other
day i swear i overheard the news reporters
on channel seven
talk about the cinderellas that
walk out of your job because you
give them glass slippers and make their parents
actually love them. in the background,
my roommates are talking to their temporary girlfriends and
they’re whispering “he can’t see anything, don’t
worry about him. he should be used to this by now.”
my mother, she worries about me. she told
me to stick to myself like super glue and the only
thing that should separate me is the sweaty palms
from holding your hand in subway cars at **** near midnight.
i need you now more than anything mom. tell me that
i’m going to be okay and maybe one day, i’ll be happy.
i need more than a shooting star, i need the whole galaxy.
i thought i was done writing sappy **** about girls who don't want me anymore, but oh well.
https://soundcloud.com/important_man464/nebraska-mm-vs-es-9612
"if i die tonight, then tell my mom i was a pretty *****"
Perhaps life is like a fairytale

In order to get your ultimate happily ever after

You must suffer a thorny path of trials and tribulations

Like cinderellas cruel enslavement  before her prince

And Aladins miserable poverty before his golden lamp and genie

Yet once proven sincerely worthy of a happily ever after

May one reap the harvested glorious joy of a blissful eternal life.
One can only wish
Neste lugar azul, coberto de céu e rodeado de mar, onde surgiu a vida de tantos seres e de tantas outras coisas que a nossa mente tanta dificuldade têm em perceber.
Neste lugar que Deus nos deu, cedo percebemos que aquilo que nos foi dano e que é nosso, se partilha, nos é dado vendido e cobiçado.  
Neste lugar, existem tantas coisas, mas tantas coisas, umas que se vêm, outras que se sentem, outras que se ouvem e outras tantas que se cheiram e saboreiam, que quanto mais vamos vivendo com elas, melhor as identificamos e melhor as deveríamos perceber.
No entanto, existe o Homem, que se julga um Deus, que pouco ou nada sabe, nem sempre sente e se comove com o que este lugar maravilhoso que agora é fusco nos dá e nós tão bem desperdiçamos.
Aquilo que o homem não entende, não é de fácil aceitação, e em vez de percepcionar o que os ensinamentos dos tempos nos deixaram, idiotamente questiona tudo, todos e qualquer coisa que sua mente pequena não enxerga.
O caminho da perdição normalmente apresenta-se como o mais fácil, em qualquer coisa que o mundo tenha mas nem sempre é o destino certo que a história poderia deixar.
As coisas não têm de ser obrigatoriamente belas, e este lugar não é conto de Cinderellas, é qualquer coisa que temos de ver, que temos de passar, sentir a vitória e a dificuldade, o ser filho e depois ser pai e quando mais vamos sabendo, ao invés de sermos mais fortes e capazes a fragilidade da idade chega e nos mostra a realidade em cada dia e a cada hora. Ai o sonho se torna real, perceptível e a esperança se agarra ao nosso olhar.

Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2017081421450108
Randy Lee Mar 2017
I'm dancing. I'm drowning. I hate myself, please leave me. No, don't go, I love you. I need you, I'm nothing without you,  please stay! Who the **** am I anyways? I never knew me. Eulogy my insanity, nothing else is me.  There's nothing in my name, I am not words, I am not okay. Leave me BE! I'm so lonely... my paradoxical heart is beating me to death and I can't breathe, not even rapturously, I'm burning alive from the inside out.  As if that feeling ever even existed, it's nothingness and pain, just like I am, constantly playing some pseudo game of cat and mouse with my mind,  except I'm never the cat until I snap and eat Cinderellas friends. I'm tired and hyper, will you please just stay and go away? I'm sick of pleading with and of you to the point where I never even loved you because I don't even know what that word or all these others mean, nothing is as it seems... I'm floating outside myself, nothing next to nothing is still nothing, full of rage. I can't do this anymore, off with my head. How can you make nothingness dead? I'm empty and nothing so how can nothing be empty, I can't contain my pain... ahhh I'm screaming someone please don't help, you can't anyways, so just play hide and go **** yourself or me, I don't even know... I so badly want to feel something, anything, can't I cut me? No, they all get mad and send me away... who the hell is talking? Is this even me? This is and isn't me. Oh ****, I AM ******. I've gotta go away.
Bhoomi Mittal Sep 2021
I just want to relive those days again,
When I used to smile genuinely,
Instead of giving a fake tight lipped one.
I want to be the child again,
Who used to get happy,
As if given his favorite cotton candy;
I want to be the mischievous one again,
Who used to give a cheeky- smile & puppy eyes,
On being caught for the little mischiefs';

I want to live my utopia,
Where every thing is just so perfect;
Where Cinderellas' have a happily ever after,
Where a knight in shining armor,
Is waiting for his damsel,
Where Augustus and Hazel become a single soul,
Where partings are never too longing.

I miss my old self,
Who used to believe fairy godmothers are real,
And one day she would meet the seven little dwarfs,
Who would be ready to protect her.

I miss the one little kiddo:
Who would instantly look up at a shooting star,
As if wishing for someone to wake her up,
And take her covertly to meet Olaf,
The one whose banter was enjoyed,
The one whose laugh was contagious.

But now it feels like,
It's all in the past...
*Hazel and Augustus are well known characters from the book "THE FAULT IN OUR STARS" by John Green.
Broke from the universal chain, see how many that could hang,
Check the vocals that bang, chips beginning to stang, boomerang,
See me back at it again, flows coping deep into ya mental,
Scripts like a serial, killer filler, moves like thriller, no filter,
This the styles, of the oldie swords with, more tactics than Shinobi,
Haters below me, while a smoke a benzie, tire moving rapidly,
On the highway, thinking of ways, to make a pay, stop at the tre,
My home near the Astrodome, welcome to texas, home,
Of the blades and chrome's, entered another zone, know I'm prone,
Ripping mics, like Jordan eat hot wings, with a touch of Borden,
Ain't none, out soaring scoring, more points, over publishing,
Siblings, know better who's the go getter, funky with mozzarella,
Dance with Cinderellas, before the midnight strikes, likes,
By the radio, saying there he go, flipping rhymes *******,
For sure, pure and raw, as honey, glaring from, the sunny,
Far from funny, mafia **** coldest hits, when the barrel spits,
Splits,ya anatomy who these cats, that' tried to battle me, cry me,
A river, of blood, **** these fake *** young thugs, stuck on drugs,
Give em a blessing, from passed down lessons, you stressing,
Auto tuning, too much, time for me, to perform in the 4 quarter clutch,
Like Horry, at the top, of the center or the inner, corner spinner,
Fools cant hang, hit minds like scorpion pains, drains,
Ya positivity, feel the adrenaline, of the live negativity, reality,
Sinks deeper than an ocean, still coating, rhymes for ya mind,
I'll still grind, reading the rainbows, taught me how to define,
Real against the fake, watch the snakes, of the wicked jakes,
See the outtakes, of the stakes, more souls, on an outbreak,
Watch the virus, moves like a eel cop haters, who dont feel,
Set it off, like Latifah but ain't no dying, in this scene fiends,
Knocking at the door cuz they want more, as I polish the earth's core,
Knocking at the door cuz they want more, as I polish the earth's core,
Once I flick, the wrist, you'll see my ice crisp, mics looking ******?
Like who's, rhyming after this, magnificent, ya presence,
Is hesitance, once I take a chance, gander a glance, romance,
The beat, out of her feet, souls rock and roll, simple yes or no?
They say, I cant rock the show, watch ya mental grow, spark a sew,
Stitching, words carefully, prepped by me, styles of obi kinobe,
Jedi dead eye, hawk tactics, flying by, widen ya fragile sty,
Sly, and slick, but far from wicked, shots, off like john wick,
So a take pick, number one draft kicks, out comes, ya lent,
Cuz ya money spent, no time to circumvent, as I dance,
Moonwalker vibes, all they way live, suckas playing, the jive,
Heart of lion, pride pounce a stride, no need,for feelings to hide,
As I slide, glide like Clyde, smooth jack, like a g-ride, play Hyde,
To Jekyll, see a speckle, of spotlight, watch blaze the sights,
Fish lens, see myself in a benz, with murdered out endz, trends,
Set by, me  the stylistic, of the century, make or break,
Dyntasy, see folks eyeing me, trying me, let off the 9 millie,
Wha da da dang, listen to it go bang, kicks, harder than Lu Kang,
Swang, my caddy, looking good across, the fleetwood,
Naked girl, top front grill, big body if steel, feel the depths, of real,
Bring ya down, like Shaquille, it's like magical, appeal, steal,
Any show, 10Gs a hour, growing power, like yellow tinted powder,
Watch me crowd a, empty place, giving a victory taste,
Flavors in ya ears, rocawear, switched to new gear,
Now all I wear, is suits to boots, combat with no troops,
Been made for war, soul cadenace soI'll, slim.your chances,
Advances, past on auto, cosmic flow jo, burning tracks, once mo,
I thought you knew, we blow through, cruise, suckas catch snooze,
Underworld *****, left clues like blues, mis the late news,
But you on time, for ya funeral views,  never bright, a dim fuse,
Abused, the critics who use, my styles to keep em glued,
Like the news, media rock donnabellas, hella cheddar,
Mozzarella, how many Cinderellas, waiting, for the lucky fella?
They guy never existed, flip the exquisite, expensive,
Visits, from the truth, almost chipped, my tooth,
In the booth, I gotta stay, true to my fans, i remained a valuable,
Jewels, stayed stuck in the crud, forms out, the sludge,
Never judge the judged, see the colors, I dipped in fudge,
Hate has no love, or feelings, see the world, we living in,
Dire amongst sins, my spinz, make ya go crazy, look at the citizens,
Hands reaching, for hope, but ain't no hope, put faith, in the Pope,
He must be on dope, drugs haze, got folks, in a zombie phase,
dont take the shot, or else ya body, gonna see an early rot,
Be gosh, all yall oshkosh, take a swig of Hennessy slosh, toss,
Up my spirits, to the Aurora, I hope they dont ignore tha,
Thunder, brings lightening, rain and tornado hailstorm, sightings,
Brightening, ya opticals, so tropical, topics, skip the profits,
Rather be a poor man, in the bezel of an eagle, see the raw evil,
Honey eyes, glaring staring, look deep for a daring, body pairing,
To the fake, glamour life, style problems, always foul,
Flagrant fragrance, worn as I charm, i contest the storm, swarm,
At the bees, bound to get stung, with tragedy, pain to agony,
No empty, vessels I stretch the muscle, til the hustle hustles,
JenniferC Nov 2020
Take me to fairy tales.
Show me
where Snow White lives,
Cinderellas shoe of glas,
Peter Pan, The castle ball
and the power that magic has.
Take me to
true love that gives you shivers.
The happily ever after
and the valley of the rivers.

Show me
that everything we believed in
as a child exists.
Faith and hope -give me this.
All that I no longer remember
cuz it has left my mind
and my body.
I'm affraid its forever.
Tell me
that everything we had faith in then
not only is a memory merely.

Please,
take me to the River Fairy.
Show me legendary,
the queen, the king,
foot prints from santa on my roof
where he has been standing.
A fallen angels broken wing

- show me something.
I was a potatoe type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots,
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched  TV  
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,  
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear !
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,  
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ?
clean up your place, what the Hee!  "
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk  
as I watched him remove, all my favorite junk...  
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard
dipped in gold it was lanced with sweet magical stance.      
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some
"Its time for my pension" he said, then he paused.
"guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"
Tyler Jones Jan 25
I don’t fit in this position
Some kind of split indecision
Hesitation is forbidden
I’m learning how to listen
Im blind baby ur such a vision
That I forget my name
Nothing is the same
And its screaming at me from every way
Simon says! Sit! Stay! dead play! Paid my way back in the hazy daze say im lazy i remain unfazed
Truth taints, i mean tames, trains, track marks, tie me off when the tires start but shhhh tease em like a ****
Pop top dark art
God loves hacks hearts and umbrellas
He be a fair fella
Four Cinderellas
But just one fine foot will be the tella
Said i sell her
Doctors, tellers
Im just an old yeller
Couldnt say better
Bet big bounties on kind feathers
Bleached ****** leather
Linus in the trap look at that
Now hes back
Bottling his crap
Whats he at?
Stacks and stacks
Conned the king pin
G’s up to the ceiling
Caught him up and then i filled him
But my soft hands soft killed em
Sinking sands
Through my hands

— The End —