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Storygiver Jun 2017
They said they wanted to take the molars of
Those fleeing danger that they had escaped
By the skin of
Then leave the reward of sanctuary beneath their pillow whilst they slept
As if they weren't having trouble enough already
With where to rest their weary heads

They said the rewards were many
And wanted to make completely certain
They weren’t being too generous
Because giving gifts gives rise to greed
So they decided to take the teeth
And ensure those safety seekers
Knew exactly what being bitten means

And those who sought for something more?
Those bitten by these charitable actions as much by war
Their wounds didn't heal
And they found sores on weary feet
To find they had grown hungry mouths there too
The shoes that ate the distance beneath their step
Yielding bite marks as footprints and yet

They stored safety as a promise
In between records and held up blue plaques aloft
That said "I was not born here on this date
But I belong here" and I've history and a home to make
But for all the shiny pennies that they saved up in a jar
The princess dentists could still feel each
Generous donation, milky beneath their mattress

And each asylum seeker kept them up
And we clean teethed few, who always knew to brush
For three minutes before bed
Lucky by grace of birth, seas and a few miles more
Looked at these dentists questioning
but they shook their head
Warned us of the toothache of their seeming sweetness
So tell us about dental hygiene
how to floss lies from our gums
or else wait for all our teeth to fall out
Have them taken from beneath our pillows
Where  we had gracefully saved them like we were told to
Constructed into fortresses
Utilized the tooth extraction cotton buds
as comforting ear plugs and pulled  the wool over our eyes

Let’s wait until our retirement
Till we realise the Toothfairy wants our bones
Not just our molars
and we pushed away those who only needed
The chance of rest and the chance of somewhere
new and safe to show us how to smile
So brush your teeth tonight
And be thankful
you will never know that those who turn away from you
Will do so, because your breath
Still stinks of all the **** you so readily eat.
This is in response to the immigration crisis and the image of Alan Kurdi, the young Syrian boy who was washed up on the shore in Turkey in 2015 as well as the image of the Conservative party of Britain as these scheming, ****** up terrifying fey creature that we all kind of expect a helping hand from.
Leah Vee May 2012
Once upon a time there was a girl
who didn’t know what she wanted
(I don’t think any of us do)
you have to convince me
you are what I want
need
will die without
because if you can’t
I’ll just wait
wait to get swept off my feet
by somebody else

Little girls grow up believing
that magic is real
but it’s all just smoke and mirrors
we know Santa isn’t real
neither is the Easter Bunny
or the Toothfairy
but Prince Charming...
Prince Charming is real
somewhere deep down
I believe
my “soulmate” is out there
searching for me
as hopeful as I am searching for him

Is it a curse
haunting
creating false words
and false scenarios
that will never come true?
Hollywood says otherwise
if my life were a movie
you’d call me beautiful
write me songs
never let go
doubt overwhelming
but not giving up
Larry Potter Jul 2013
Do angels have to cry
To let rain pour from the sky?
Would unicorns hang round the bend
When rainbows have to end?

Where could be the *** of gold
If the leprechaun turns cold?
Will the Toothfairy check my bed
If I hide my sweet tooth instead?

Will Mr. Sandman catch my dreams
If there's nightmare at the seams?
Would the Easter be the same
Without that egg-hunting game?

Would mermaids lose their tail
If there are no lands left to sail?
Or would Humpty Dumpty fall
To a foolish heart's call?

Will Alice lose her way
If Wonderland turns grey?
Would Jack Frost cast a snow
If there's no love left to grow?
Joseph Childress Oct 2011
Searching for Santa

I searched for Santa
In the skies
All I saw
Was the stars

I looked
For a Bunny
During Easter
I found
Out they laid
No eggs

The Toothfairy
Told me
She put money
Under my pillow
But
My mother
Kissed me goodnight

Love
Is the only thing
I need
On valentines day
**** a valentine

Why do they
Always try to get me
To spend money?

I work hardest on Sunday
And never take
A day off
I give
More than ten percent
To those I love
And not the church

I imagine
You don't have to
Spend money
To make believe.
Joseph Childress Sep 2010
I searched for Santa
In the skies
All I saw
Was the stars

I looked
For a Bunny
During Easter
I Found
Out they layed
No eggs

The toothfairy
Tells me
She put money
Under my pillow
But
My mother
Kissed me goodnight

Love
Is the only thing
I need
On valentines day
**** a valentine

Why do they
Always try to get me
To spend money?

I work hardest on Sunday
And never take
A day off
I give
More than ten percent
To those I love
And not the church

I imagine
You don't have to
Spend money
To make believe.
(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown,

   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following precendent all ways.

deux daughter desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed,

   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy

   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight
but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,

   or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
   would be a picket fence with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest
   create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satelline application)
   to find their way without turning on the light

soundless and still as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end, rather sizable in height

and essentially necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan, or hope flight
   of fancy wish to win the lottery, which would exite
   self or spouse, but reality in league  
   with fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates,

   how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry,
   whose coutenance (visible after break of day)
   reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.
(***** dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod
   assent if offspring  grown,
   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following
   precendent all ways.

Deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry in vite
tasty morsel to get chewed,
   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each

   individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after
   treasures for the tooth fairy
   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight,

but fascinating as
   each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned
   with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,
   or a more apropos
   metaphor fielding sprite

   would be a picket fence
   with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child
   shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth
   under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse,
   (who to be honest
   create scratching
   sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy,
   doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satellite application)

   to find their way
   without turning on the light
soundless and still
   as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step
   ahead of her/his insight

expecting to disover
   a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end,
   rather sizable in height
and essentially
   necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan,
   or hope flight

   of fancy wish to win lottery,
   which would excite
   self or spouse, but
   reality in league  
   with the fickle finger
   of fate doth
   disappoint and delight

son or daughter
   boasting to classmates,
   how the rich tooth fairy
   (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt
   poor father, bled dry,

   whose coutenance
   (visible after break of day)  
reflects that of one,
   who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry
   toothless fairy took a bite.
No Name Jan 2018
Theres allot of things that I wanted to be lie.
And theres allot of things I wanted to be the truth.

Like the day you told me.
"I wont leave you"
I wanted that to be true.
Or
When they said "everything gonna be fine"
Even when they told me about the toothfairy, the easterbunny, santa or even the grinch.
I wanted them to be all true.

Yet they always tell lies
To somehow make us feel okay.
But in the end we will realized that everything was a lie.

But I wanted allot of things to be a lie.

•Anxiety
•Depression
•prejudice
•sadness

I wanted them to be a lie because Im tired of lying and hiding the truth.

Im tired of saying "I'm Okay"
Im tired of saying "Good Morning , Day, or Night"
Im tired of showing a smile that only hides whats inside.

I want a time
Where my lies will be seen as lies and the truth may be seen.
Tired of my lies

— The End —