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There once was a pretty little girl from a time before thee, She dreamed of a Knight in shining armor, oh how he would be! Tall, dark and handsome, With perfect teeth and not too large feet. He’ll have strong
Once there was a lady who framed up a prince to marry. She arranged that her man be turned to a frog for her plan. Kissed frog turns Prince, voila! That was the magic formula. But the Wizard said: ‘No!
In dreamland the fairytales are in danger.The dream meanies are on the loose.They have scrambled Humpty Dumpy and they have kidnapped Mother Goose. So meet me in Sandusky or somewhere in between it’s a covert operation so come by submarine.
Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s
His sadness is flowering into something so beautiful, Those who utter its name will burst into an ecstasy of butterflies, His emptiness is ripening into a fruit that is so full, Those who touch it will arrive beyond the gate
If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,
A classic combination, a fairytale foretold Dragons save princesses from knights in shining armor Their lungs behold a blazing anger, protecting your gold Convincing eyes always fool me a defining charmer Fire rages Let it breathe, listen to the crackling
Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.
Pangs of loneliness – unholiness of worship.. Fallen gods becoming idols, idolaters seeking redemption. Crass waste of endeavor, and yet it seems like yesterday.. The silence is deafening, where once stood the revered, now stands a debauched figurine. Some folks
My name is Richa… Does it really matter?! It could’ve been Mala …Seema…Sita..Nirbhaya or even Chabili.. In the end I would’ve been married to a much older man.. or abandoned after impregnating in a forest.. I wash utensils …clean floors..
Love glitters on the grassy cliffs- Slowly…….Slowly….. It enters in to the hearts. Life starts to glide – On the little wings of its carrier. It blooms like a beautiful flower. The fragrance spreads all over. Slowly…….slowly… It enters to
In life, love, imagination, and belief, In soul, heart, mind, and death, My whole, solemn, and spiritual relief Is the song worshipped by my every breath. The melody played by the passion of my heart Can be heard from miles
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
Your memories are hidden in plastic covers Like the spring never to appear in my life, But reveals my wonder of secrets in solitude When the sun turned me a bee for your lips It turned me a nightly wind
The sludge overtakes the sane euphoria.A barefoot caravan of cloud becomes edgy. The hills have gone green. The cascading falls tend to mount on the scattered stones. Suddenly I go berserk and start hitting the stars moon by moon, when
The patter of feet The scatter of toys The laughter at playtime My precious boys Two tiny bundles An expression of love Two tiny blessings Granted by above Two matching trikes Side by side Counting the numbers As they hide
In a dream I met my love Ye Lords and Ladies fair minstrels played a melody music floated on the air a jester juggled flaming pins while dancing with a bear handmaidens serving bread and wine the night was ever
I wrote about him, They instantly recognized him. I wrote about her, They immediately traced her. I talked about them They felt relieved, This time it was a plural. If a face is needed for each pronoun, Let it be!
Your lips so soft and red; The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm; Shining through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky; When I stare into
I fell asleep at the wheel of my life In somnolent slumber I slid Cruising on blindly my eyes off the road While I from reality hid Days had no meaning, events left no mark Each breath unconsciously taken Smiling
Well and this Mountain that overlooks the Sea has always been my sanctuary…I love the bright lights of the harbor and the sounds of the waves at night makes me think now that we are many, many miles apart well
Some words unspoken, Some unheard, Some are golden, lushful like in heart! Sweet smiles speak with shower of eyes, Till none knows what they hide. Magical stories, The truth untold, Loved glories, nothing bought or sold! Many words appear, and
Crisp and tight, a parallel voice of black stars talks to sky, protesting the presence of ultimate outsider, when everybody was a partner of collective guilt in nightscape. What was the center of fight in elite members? The unhindered ego
Sometimes it pours like hot drips of melted wax from a candlestick; your migraine. I wanted armistice. Untangle the lies, I am not in your firing line. The tulips in the barrel of your gun cannot forgive the bullets. There
Life is a mixture of laughter and sorrows, Sometimes it shrinks and it grows, Sometimes it brings happiness and sometimes tears, But at the end it makes you free from fears. Life will give you reasons to smile, Or it
Away in the distance on a cold dreary night The horizon is lit by flickering lights From storm clouds as black as the darkest heart The lightning tears the very air apart The grumbling mass of swirling bile The silence,
When moon was found on water sky came down with unclenched fist, too proud to accept the defeat. Footprints of a giant will not leave the broken landscape, of the virgin garden where roses died in a row in storm.
A beautiful rose To those who enjoy the smell of its fragrance and admire its beauty A rose will always display its charming looks and delicious aroma which only a rose holds uniquely And to those looking to pluck it,