They kicked me onto my knees, yanking my head back a guard said “Answer the Princess!” The princess in question was tall, with a cold impassive look on her face. Not the sort of woman you wanted to be prostrate in front of.
“Hey, Princess,” Noe says and she reaches across the bed to brush Ada’s bangs out of her face. The nickname is new and weird and Ada makes a face. She prefers their first ever given pet names. “Hey,” Ada says all sleep groggy. “Things are going to be alright, you know?” Noe says. Ada smiles as Noe’s hand blossoms across her jaw. She nods against her girlfriend’s hand. “I know.”
She acted like a spoiled princess.
Shocker, right?
You’d think that someone who had her looks and brains would be walked all over. She wasn’t pretty nor could she hold a half intelligent conversation. But, hey, she had the cash. She suddenly became every man’s dream girl. Because those benjamins talk, baby.
Her shoulder ran roughly into mine, bursting my bubble back to reality.
princess, an important person, why? because being princess means being important, women wants to be count as a princess, why ? because if women is a princess they thinks that the world is in peace maybe,
Princess is what every little girl aspires to be. The crown, the jewelry, the beauty… but most of all, the prince. Princesses can be found in all of our childhoods. Snow White, Ariel, Cinderella… they’re all princesses. They all suffer losses. They all face hardships. But in the end, they all find love. I wonder if that’s how real life might go some day. I wonder if maybe someday that would happen for me. After the hardships and the losses that I’ve suffered, not that it could compare to most people’s sufferings, but I wonder where my prince is. Realistic? Not probable. Hopeful? Definitely. Dreaming? Always.
Why did it have to end this way, princess?
I know I wasn’t as good to you as I could have been. But please girl, I love you. I know you love me baby, I know you do. So why won’t you stay? Youre my princess and you mean so much to me.
Because my dear, it’s not enough anymore.
It’s not enough that you love me, and I love you.
remember that birthday party? the one where we all dressed up like princesses? i do. those were the times we thought we were the shit but we wanted so much more. we wanted love style we wanted to be college hot shots. look at us now. are we everything we dreamed we would be? do we look the way we wished? do we hang with the boys we always crushed on? do we have stories to tell and important places to go? are we the princesses we once thought we were?
I once believed that I had a princess, that was trapped in a castle. I would save her, for she was forever alone in her tower, protected by a dragon. All dreams pass away though when you wake up, and then reality takes over.
The dim light from the candles made the princess even more depressed that she would be married tomorrow to an old man. The dim candle light represented the darkness that would set fall on her heart and the light will slowly fade away in her life. She could not run away with her love Fredrick. She felt hopless and she began to feel that taking her life was her only option.
My stepsister’s screen name was intended to be
PolkadotPrincess but she forgot the extra S
So it became polkadot princes
Which sounds like a group of flamboyent men.
I don’t think she made that association
But I just think the idea is funny.
Princess Kaley, oh how you are a character. You were very unpredictable to me at first, with your seemingly innocence and good girl vibes, but your story got my brain moving. Something didn’t add up to me, but I let you be. And then I saw what you became. Still a princess, but conformity engulfed you. Sin and good graces, that you are, Princess Kaley.
The spit crown melts down her face
– a bile gift from the shot-filled passer-bys
Sardine lid cut thumbs flick through yesterday’s news
Chewing gum and dog shit between toes hanging out of boots
The salt flakes between her teeth from some forgotten cheap mistake
That paid enough to deliver that sharp release across her cross town traffic arm
In some time, when tin foil was replaced by silver and nylon was replaced by lace
and every corner held the possibility of a warm and welcoming surprise
where the odd gloves had all fingers and the face no bruise
where pigeons had both feet,
She fiddled with the jewel, twisting this ring in which would more appropriately be a social handcuff. She turned it, twisting it now more violently, its sharp golden edges digging into her skin until it finally pierced her skin. But even the freeing of royal blood could not liberate her. Not even from him.
princess is my imaginary future wife. she is so beautiful and clever. She is noble and kind. I think I will be able to marry her someday. Do you agree with me? please pray for me. Oh, I didn’t think this is my way of thinking.
Juliette the princess leaped out of her seat, her face snarling with anger. “You dare say a single word about my family?” she spat at the rude prince. he flinched back as she hurled a bowl of piping hot soup at his face. “I’m sorry princess, i didn’t mean it, i swear!” she was even more infuriated by his pitiful mew of apology.
the princess and the pea and the salt in the sea
the love and the lore and the moonlit door
the king and the frog and the garden bright
the starlight shining across the night
“I’m the princess not little miss moody Margaret !”stomped lady Harriet
“well your magasty I can’t help with you and darling Margaret “cried the Hatty’s Made
“your ment to helping me not talking about her”shouted Hatty while putting her hand on hip
“Who ?”said the made
“M-O-O-D-Y MARGARET !!” screaming Hatty as she stomped out of the lounge.
My birthday was on Friday, December 9th, i thought i would be a princess for the day. Not so much, there was no royalty treatment. I went to NYC, and missed the train, had to wait till 5:14 am for the next train. No Princess Treatment!
she lived everyday as disney taught. disney has taught her to live as if she were a princess. she so desperately awaited the day for her prince to come and rescue her. but princes didn’t exist and she wasn’t even a princess. her life fell apart at the seams. if her prince didn’t exist what was the point of her even living?
It was loud and crowded. I was young and obsessed with toys. Through the crowd, I came upon a princess. She was beautiful and unlike any other. She sat between the panda and the monkey.
Oooh, what a pretty nice word!!! Every girl always dreamed about being princess and having her own handsome real prince, about fantastic cool marriage, bigbig house or castle with reach furniture and interior.
I dreamed too.
Not all dreams come true.
When I was young, I wanted to be a princess. Not gonna lie, I would dress in dresses and do my hair and sit down to imaginary tea parties like any other girl. But now, everything has changed.
My friends want to be neurologists, authors, or famous.
The princess waltz’s out of the palace, letting the people fawn over her. Her beautiful dress, hair and makeup. She knows she’s be
They kicked me onto my knees, yanking my head back a guard said “Answer the Princess!” The princess in question was tall, with a cold impassive look on her face. Not the sort of woman you wanted to be prostrate in front of.
“Hey, Princess,” Noe says and she reaches across the bed to brush Ada’s bangs out of her face. The nickname is new and weird and Ada makes a face. She prefers their first ever given pet names. “Hey,” Ada says all sleep groggy. “Things are going to be alright, you know?” Noe says. Ada smiles as Noe’s hand blossoms across her jaw. She nods against her girlfriend’s hand. “I know.”
She acted like a spoiled princess.
Shocker, right?
You’d think that someone who had her looks and brains would be walked all over. She wasn’t pretty nor could she hold a half intelligent conversation. But, hey, she had the cash. She suddenly became every man’s dream girl. Because those benjamins talk, baby.
Her shoulder ran roughly into mine, bursting my bubble back to reality.
She’s a princess, a pretty little girl who’s sparkle makes the sun shine.
She’s the pretty little girl who makes the boys pine
She’s the one you wish to be,
But she’s not all princess, it seems
Don’t take her appearance for granted, try looking inside
Because this pretty little princess has a past full of lies.
“Jesus. Look at those blue eyes. She’s gonna have us all wrapped around her tiny little finger.”
I grinned. “She already has me. She’s my little princess.”
princess, an important person, why? because being princess means being important, women wants to be count as a princess, why ? because if women is a princess they thinks that the world is in peace maybe,
The princess wasn’t there.
She usually came down in her dress and her beautiful shoes, ready for anything, brave and bold. But the princess wasn’t there.
We waited for her for hours. We waited for her to sing, to do what she did in those magical minutes.
But the princess didn’t come.
A fake construct of beauty created by insecure females and encouraged by certain men and disney films.
I am the princess you wish you were. I am beauitful and talented and friendly. My prince is
Princess is what every little girl aspires to be. The crown, the jewelry, the beauty… but most of all, the prince. Princesses can be found in all of our childhoods. Snow White, Ariel, Cinderella… they’re all princesses. They all suffer losses. They all face hardships. But in the end, they all find love. I wonder if that’s how real life might go some day. I wonder if maybe someday that would happen for me. After the hardships and the losses that I’ve suffered, not that it could compare to most people’s sufferings, but I wonder where my prince is. Realistic? Not probable. Hopeful? Definitely. Dreaming? Always.
Why did it have to end this way, princess?
I know I wasn’t as good to you as I could have been. But please girl, I love you. I know you love me baby, I know you do. So why won’t you stay? Youre my princess and you mean so much to me.
Because my dear, it’s not enough anymore.
It’s not enough that you love me, and I love you.
Love isn’t enough.
remember that birthday party? the one where we all dressed up like princesses? i do. those were the times we thought we were the shit but we wanted so much more. we wanted love style we wanted to be college hot shots. look at us now. are we everything we dreamed we would be? do we look the way we wished? do we hang with the boys we always crushed on? do we have stories to tell and important places to go? are we the princesses we once thought we were?
I once believed that I had a princess, that was trapped in a castle. I would save her, for she was forever alone in her tower, protected by a dragon. All dreams pass away though when you wake up, and then reality takes over.
The dim light from the candles made the princess even more depressed that she would be married tomorrow to an old man. The dim candle light represented the darkness that would set fall on her heart and the light will slowly fade away in her life. She could not run away with her love Fredrick. She felt hopless and she began to feel that taking her life was her only option.
nice woman, daughter of the king. she needs to have a husband. she’s pretty and young.
My stepsister’s screen name was intended to be
PolkadotPrincess but she forgot the extra S
So it became polkadot princes
Which sounds like a group of flamboyent men.
I don’t think she made that association
But I just think the idea is funny.
Princess Kaley, oh how you are a character. You were very unpredictable to me at first, with your seemingly innocence and good girl vibes, but your story got my brain moving. Something didn’t add up to me, but I let you be. And then I saw what you became. Still a princess, but conformity engulfed you. Sin and good graces, that you are, Princess Kaley.
The spit crown melts down her face
– a bile gift from the shot-filled passer-bys
Sardine lid cut thumbs flick through yesterday’s news
Chewing gum and dog shit between toes hanging out of boots
The salt flakes between her teeth from some forgotten cheap mistake
That paid enough to deliver that sharp release across her cross town traffic arm
In some time, when tin foil was replaced by silver and nylon was replaced by lace
and every corner held the possibility of a warm and welcoming surprise
where the odd gloves had all fingers and the face no bruise
where pigeons had both feet,
She fiddled with the jewel, twisting this ring in which would more appropriately be a social handcuff. She turned it, twisting it now more violently, its sharp golden edges digging into her skin until it finally pierced her skin. But even the freeing of royal blood could not liberate her. Not even from him.
princess is my imaginary future wife. she is so beautiful and clever. She is noble and kind. I think I will be able to marry her someday. Do you agree with me? please pray for me. Oh, I didn’t think this is my way of thinking.
Juliette the princess leaped out of her seat, her face snarling with anger. “You dare say a single word about my family?” she spat at the rude prince. he flinched back as she hurled a bowl of piping hot soup at his face. “I’m sorry princess, i didn’t mean it, i swear!” she was even more infuriated by his pitiful mew of apology.
a girl that is treated with respect that was born into a royal family. and has royal blood
the princess and the pea and the salt in the sea
the love and the lore and the moonlit door
the king and the frog and the garden bright
the starlight shining across the night
“I’m the princess not little miss moody Margaret !”stomped lady Harriet
“well your magasty I can’t help with you and darling Margaret “cried the Hatty’s Made
“your ment to helping me not talking about her”shouted Hatty while putting her hand on hip
“Who ?”said the made
“M-O-O-D-Y MARGARET !!” screaming Hatty as she stomped out of the lounge.
My birthday was on Friday, December 9th, i thought i would be a princess for the day. Not so much, there was no royalty treatment. I went to NYC, and missed the train, had to wait till 5:14 am for the next train. No Princess Treatment!
she lived everyday as disney taught. disney has taught her to live as if she were a princess. she so desperately awaited the day for her prince to come and rescue her. but princes didn’t exist and she wasn’t even a princess. her life fell apart at the seams. if her prince didn’t exist what was the point of her even living?
princesses suck.
I never dreamed
Of being a princess
I wanted to be
a sailor
Princesses sit all day
I used to say
I want to see it all
It was loud and crowded. I was young and obsessed with toys. Through the crowd, I came upon a princess. She was beautiful and unlike any other. She sat between the panda and the monkey.
princess are lame;)
Castle. Mom is in it. She’s the princess looking out the window, the day I wore my beautiful dress.
im pretty princess who is a sexy beast and loves ladies!
Oooh, what a pretty nice word!!! Every girl always dreamed about being princess and having her own handsome real prince, about fantastic cool marriage, bigbig house or castle with reach furniture and interior.
I dreamed too.
Not all dreams come true.
Jaden is a princess!
They decided to glue the princess to the floor, just in order to keep her still enough to attach her horns.
When I was young, I wanted to be a princess. Not gonna lie, I would dress in dresses and do my hair and sit down to imaginary tea parties like any other girl. But now, everything has changed.
My friends want to be neurologists, authors, or famous.
(I wouldn’t mind being a princess..)
The princess is trapped in a castle far far away.
princesses are considered lucky – who wouldn’t want to be royalty? but in reality, they have to deal with paparazzi, fans, and criticism
I was never like the princess type and have no tolerance for ones who are, especially guys.
Princesses only exist in fairy tales.