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Array ( [sid] => 131903 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The princess [time] => 2007-02-19 20:05:20 [hometext] => I never know what topic my writes fit in best, so I'll just select emotional poetry, since all poetry is emotional... isn't it? [bodytext] => Their princess, the most perfect of all princesses
Plays happily in the forest created specially for her and only her,
and shines making the most beautiful gem on earth jealous.
She reaks of virtue, and her touch is that which all men want.
But she’s so naïve, she can’t stand on her own.
The outside world, so ugly and desperate would consume her like a hungry child would a fresh load of bread.
There will be nothing left of her should she ever walk the black and stained paths of humanity, and experience, and life itself.

What they don’t know is their precious gem is miserable,
For her nature rebelled against all beautiful and sacred a long time ago,
And she’s been wandering in much darker dimensions than they could ever imagined,
Just to feel somehow free, normal.
That burden, being so preposterously perfect to her parent’s eyes, and yet so flawed and human and vulnerable,
Is too much for her.
It would break their heart to know what she’s been through just to get closer to everything they’ve pulled her away from.
To feel real.
Free.
Normal.

So the princess dances in the forest created specially for her,
With her ever lasting mask on,
Waiting for the night to come,
To go be with the creatures that fly her away to reality,
The ones that consume her like a hungry child does a fresh load of bread,
And like that, soak herself in humankind, in life itself.
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The princess

Contributed by amateurwriter on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 08:05:20 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Their princess, the most perfect of all princesses
Plays happily in the forest created specially for her and only her,
and shines making the most beautiful gem on earth jealous.
She reaks of virtue, and her touch is that which all men want.
But she’s so naïve, she can’t stand on her own.
The outside world, so ugly and desperate would consume her like a hungry child would a fresh load of bread.
There will be nothing left of her should she ever walk the black and stained paths of humanity, and experience, and life itself.

What they don’t know is their precious gem is miserable,
For her nature rebelled against all beautiful and sacred a long time ago,
And she’s been wandering in much darker dimensions than they could ever imagined,
Just to feel somehow free, normal.
That burden, being so preposterously perfect to her parent’s eyes, and yet so flawed and human and vulnerable,
Is too much for her.
It would break their heart to know what she’s been through just to get closer to everything they’ve pulled her away from.
To feel real.
Free.
Normal.

So the princess dances in the forest created specially for her,
With her ever lasting mask on,
Waiting for the night to come,
To go be with the creatures that fly her away to reality,
The ones that consume her like a hungry child does a fresh load of bread,
And like that, soak herself in humankind, in life itself.




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Re: The princess (User Rating: 1 )
by iodinelove on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 11:27:48 PM AEST
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you're in your teens right?

It's amusing to me
the way our outlooks change as we get older
we never change
not really
just the way we feel
changes
if you know what I mean
if not
well

you will

always, abraham


Re: The princess (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Tuesday, 20th February 2007 @ 11:22:47 AM AEST
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this is a great imagery piece.. you get the feeling of a fantasy world here mixed with some vanity.. I like the imagery on this.. aweosme job

vampyress Jenni




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