Man would I LOVE to be a princess…Even though marrying into Royalty is probably stressful and life-altering in many other negative ways, the power that comes with it is enthralling. To be loved by many and respected by most. To have the power that comes with instant fame from intelligence and worth. Awesomeness.
What we’d all like to be– men, women, girls, boys, cats and heron alike
to give up the responsibility of our own lives until nothing can bother us
because it wasn’t our
fault
in the first place
oh thank you, heavens, for picking
up
the slack
We’ve done this word before, and I, like everybody else, wrote about some princess who needed rescuing in some tower protected by some beast. Where has our unique imagination gone to?! Why can’t any of us think for ourselves. We take what’s already in front of us and simply embellish it; we need to do better.
The watter gleemed as i looked dow on to it from hight in my tower. The sea spakeled for me is what my mother used to tell me. Shhe was wrong and i found that out the one day i was taken. They came and kidnaped me from my tower. “High prces for a princess thease days” They were gonna sell me… oh god help…..
no one came to my hiding place for days and i was starting to get hungry….
no water came….
no clean cloths came…..
i was shure they had froggoten about me by now….
and so will all my strenth i had left i plundged the hidden dagger in to my heart…. the last thing i ever saw was someone opening the door to come and get me.
My daughter has always been my princess. She’s not the prissy type though. She is an athlete and now a Mom. And she has given me the greatest gift any dad could ever ask for…a grandson that is a beautiful site to behold. My heart melts every time I just think about him. He is the happy thought of my day.
she sits,
waiting for her
tall, dark and handsome,
her knight and shining armor,
someone to wake her from
her witch-brewed curse.
She sits,
waiting in her ivory tower.
waiting.
Never once
asking what she could
do better
to not destroy all that
we had.
im not really interested in this subject because im a guy but if i had to say something about it i guess the first thing i would say is disney because of hown popular their princess movies are
kaur is the title bestowned to the womens in sikh community the meaniong of the word kaur is princess thus sikhism made males as singhs lions and womens kaurs that is princess…..im a bachlore and in few years i will be married i want to have a girl
Though the incipient self-loathing she felt (and feared) didn’t stop her from asking him whether he thought she looked better with her hair dyed platinum blond or dark dark darker brown, it did (her self-loathing, which he also feared) stop him from being able to continue trying to love her and, importantly, also from giving a shit what colour her hair was.
I sauntered in to the massive library and perused the tall shelves of literary wonders. I have never seen so many books before and the sight made my mouth water. There was a mountain of knowledge contained within these walls and I was keen to devour it all. I stopped short and gasped at the sight of a small, tattered novel with gold binding. This book wasn’t just any book, it was one of a kind and it was my favourite. My brain was suddenly flooded with images of the beautiful princess and the swashbuckling pirate. How I loved this tale of endless and undying love.
The princess hid behind the tree with the great mossy trunk to avoid her potential captors. She was not scared of the majestic forest, for she knew it very well.
Waiting, waiting, but for what he thinks within
Wasting time, wasting life is nothing but a sin
Wanting someone beside him, someone for his own
Where now is she, come and take your throne
Princess. I wish I were one. Or do I? I’m Happy just the way I am. I don’t need your money or your charm, or even the words, “You’re Mine” to be happy.
I was never in to the whole princess thing growing up. Like disney princesses. What did they even teach you? They taught you that your happiness depended on a prince. Me, I liked to catch frogs and run through sprinklers, and wave to the people floating by in hot air balloons. I liked to wear my bathing suit all day, walk my dog on a leash around my house, and build forts. What could princesses ever teach me about being strong, bold, and smart?
She took the flowers from the boy at the door and carried them up to the main dining hall. She set them on the table and thought for a moment. She pulled the ribbon from her hair and tied it around the flowers in a neat little bow.
When she was getting married, we joked and called her “princess,” until she told us to stop. It was only funny because she wanted to be treated like a princess, but she didn’t want to be labeled one. The shame wasn’t in the self-absorbed behavior, it was in the titling. Turns out, it had nothing to do with getting married.
The princess dusted the diary she had just found amongst the countless books in the castle’s library. Opening it, she found that it once belonged to a distant ancestor of hers, also a princess, yet detesting every moment of her laughably easy life.
Every little girl wants to be a princess, has her favorite Disney princess. Why was I not like that? I didn’t like the princesses at all. But I did like The Secret Garden–a different sort of princess I guess.
Laser-eyed iguanas in the castle keep lounged, waiting for the princess to make a move. Twelve years, and nothing. They’d yet to use their damage-inflicting claws, scales and eyes on her. Maybe she was dead. But no. They heard the sighs as she dreamt.
No princes were forthcoming, they assured her in their guttural language. But she merely closed her eyes again and fell asleep again.
For all their technology, the iguanas had no knowledge of binary planes, the astral superhighways. The princess had contacted others. Found the wormhole.
Oh, the ages melded together in their discord, their absolute representation of ages told in stringy, lengthy a capella. But the rulers and their lords never exceeded foretelling; it was their splendor, simple and pure, and so entrenched in tradition that it eluded exposure, that lasted.
She was draped in finery, as her new title suggested she should be, but Maria still felt anything like a princess. Didn’t being a princess imply more things than fancy clothes and a tiara on her head? She glanced upwards at the glittering crown, which felt alien, perched there on top of her hair. If she were really a princess, wouldn’t that crown feel like a part of her – like it belonged there?
What a beautiful picture of my friend daugther. She look like a princess in her new set of clothes, and I just had to compliment him on her natural beauty.
i just read on yahoo that there’s going to be a new disney princess. as a child, i never really wanted to be a princess for the clothes or things. i just really wanted to be a princess because they were the ones that got the prince charmings. i wanted one too.
She was wearing a pink satin dress under a brown duffel coat. Unlike her brother who was running all around and scuffing up his shoes and new pants, she walked straight, her eyes directly ahead above the traffic and mess of everyday life.
She’s not a damsel in distress, or a princess in need of tender loving care. But she wants to be, for once, because it’s tiring being strong and brave and true. She wants to learn how to cry herself in the middle of the night, breathing through her mouth because her nose is clogged and waiting for someone to notice that she’s definitely not okay (she never has been)
I am beautiful. Always will be loved. Maybe sometimes never liked. But always highly regarded. I have a loving Knight and someday we’ll be happy ever after. I love him and he loves me.
Daddy’s little princess.
Thats what every little girl in my class was
It’s what I wish i could’ve been
But I never had a dad to treat me like a princess.
she was the most beautiful person to him. he cherished her the most, willing to go to the ends of the world just to be with her.
seeing her now, as she mounts the dashing white horse, smiling sweetly to the man who held the reins, he was reminded of the bitter truth–that he was not the prince she was waiting for all along.
One of my best friends. Her name means princess. Ameera. First memory I have of her, she was bouncing down the stairs of her home in a white, puffy dress. For a tea party.
All she dreamed about was what it would be like to wear only various shades of pink and live in a castle. Then one day she realized that to be a princess, she’d have to live in a monarchy.
A flowing, pink silk dress embroidered with fine golden thread, blond locks falling gracefully down her back, a sparkling tiara perched on her brow, bright blue, smiling eyes. This is the princess, the heir to the throne.
Really, you were never the princess.
Maybe it’s a little painful.
But princesses in storybooks and fairytales always have blonde hair and blue eyes.
(Like Victoire)
Never red hair and green eyes.
So, you hate your hair and eyes that everyone else seems to adore.
Because, you are no princess.
(And princes only look out for blonde-haired blue-eyed girls)
fluffy dresses
poufy hair
expanded
with a flair for dramatics
and an understanding of cliche
you can be anyone’s Princess
Man would I LOVE to be a princess…Even though marrying into Royalty is probably stressful and life-altering in many other negative ways, the power that comes with it is enthralling. To be loved by many and respected by most. To have the power that comes with instant fame from intelligence and worth. Awesomeness.
The young lady twirled. She had on a beautiful sky blue dress. ‘She must be a princess,’I thought.
What we’d all like to be– men, women, girls, boys, cats and heron alike
to give up the responsibility of our own lives until nothing can bother us
because it wasn’t our
fault
in the first place
oh thank you, heavens, for picking
up
the slack
We’ve done this word before, and I, like everybody else, wrote about some princess who needed rescuing in some tower protected by some beast. Where has our unique imagination gone to?! Why can’t any of us think for ourselves. We take what’s already in front of us and simply embellish it; we need to do better.
The watter gleemed as i looked dow on to it from hight in my tower. The sea spakeled for me is what my mother used to tell me. Shhe was wrong and i found that out the one day i was taken. They came and kidnaped me from my tower. “High prces for a princess thease days” They were gonna sell me… oh god help…..
no one came to my hiding place for days and i was starting to get hungry….
no water came….
no clean cloths came…..
i was shure they had froggoten about me by now….
and so will all my strenth i had left i plundged the hidden dagger in to my heart…. the last thing i ever saw was someone opening the door to come and get me.
My daughter has always been my princess. She’s not the prissy type though. She is an athlete and now a Mom. And she has given me the greatest gift any dad could ever ask for…a grandson that is a beautiful site to behold. My heart melts every time I just think about him. He is the happy thought of my day.
she sits,
waiting for her
tall, dark and handsome,
her knight and shining armor,
someone to wake her from
her witch-brewed curse.
She sits,
waiting in her ivory tower.
waiting.
Never once
asking what she could
do better
to not destroy all that
we had.
im not really interested in this subject because im a guy but if i had to say something about it i guess the first thing i would say is disney because of hown popular their princess movies are
kaur is the title bestowned to the womens in sikh community the meaniong of the word kaur is princess thus sikhism made males as singhs lions and womens kaurs that is princess…..im a bachlore and in few years i will be married i want to have a girl
Though the incipient self-loathing she felt (and feared) didn’t stop her from asking him whether he thought she looked better with her hair dyed platinum blond or dark dark darker brown, it did (her self-loathing, which he also feared) stop him from being able to continue trying to love her and, importantly, also from giving a shit what colour her hair was.
I sauntered in to the massive library and perused the tall shelves of literary wonders. I have never seen so many books before and the sight made my mouth water. There was a mountain of knowledge contained within these walls and I was keen to devour it all. I stopped short and gasped at the sight of a small, tattered novel with gold binding. This book wasn’t just any book, it was one of a kind and it was my favourite. My brain was suddenly flooded with images of the beautiful princess and the swashbuckling pirate. How I loved this tale of endless and undying love.
The princess hid behind the tree with the great mossy trunk to avoid her potential captors. She was not scared of the majestic forest, for she knew it very well.
It’s every little girl’s dream, right?
To become a princess.
Never a queen, oddly enough.
But a princess. A pink, sparkly dress,
With a pink, sparkly wand.
But soon, that dream had to make room for a more realistic one:
Just being okay.
Waiting, waiting, but for what he thinks within
Wasting time, wasting life is nothing but a sin
Wanting someone beside him, someone for his own
Where now is she, come and take your throne
Princess. I wish I were one. Or do I? I’m Happy just the way I am. I don’t need your money or your charm, or even the words, “You’re Mine” to be happy.
I was never in to the whole princess thing growing up. Like disney princesses. What did they even teach you? They taught you that your happiness depended on a prince. Me, I liked to catch frogs and run through sprinklers, and wave to the people floating by in hot air balloons. I liked to wear my bathing suit all day, walk my dog on a leash around my house, and build forts. What could princesses ever teach me about being strong, bold, and smart?
She took the flowers from the boy at the door and carried them up to the main dining hall. She set them on the table and thought for a moment. She pulled the ribbon from her hair and tied it around the flowers in a neat little bow.
When she was getting married, we joked and called her “princess,” until she told us to stop. It was only funny because she wanted to be treated like a princess, but she didn’t want to be labeled one. The shame wasn’t in the self-absorbed behavior, it was in the titling. Turns out, it had nothing to do with getting married.
The princess dusted the diary she had just found amongst the countless books in the castle’s library. Opening it, she found that it once belonged to a distant ancestor of hers, also a princess, yet detesting every moment of her laughably easy life.
my sister wants to become a princess.
Every little girl wants to be a princess, has her favorite Disney princess. Why was I not like that? I didn’t like the princesses at all. But I did like The Secret Garden–a different sort of princess I guess.
Laser-eyed iguanas in the castle keep lounged, waiting for the princess to make a move. Twelve years, and nothing. They’d yet to use their damage-inflicting claws, scales and eyes on her. Maybe she was dead. But no. They heard the sighs as she dreamt.
No princes were forthcoming, they assured her in their guttural language. But she merely closed her eyes again and fell asleep again.
For all their technology, the iguanas had no knowledge of binary planes, the astral superhighways. The princess had contacted others. Found the wormhole.
And she was about to make her move.
Oh, the ages melded together in their discord, their absolute representation of ages told in stringy, lengthy a capella. But the rulers and their lords never exceeded foretelling; it was their splendor, simple and pure, and so entrenched in tradition that it eluded exposure, that lasted.
She was draped in finery, as her new title suggested she should be, but Maria still felt anything like a princess. Didn’t being a princess imply more things than fancy clothes and a tiara on her head? She glanced upwards at the glittering crown, which felt alien, perched there on top of her hair. If she were really a princess, wouldn’t that crown feel like a part of her – like it belonged there?
What a beautiful picture of my friend daugther. She look like a princess in her new set of clothes, and I just had to compliment him on her natural beauty.
i just read on yahoo that there’s going to be a new disney princess. as a child, i never really wanted to be a princess for the clothes or things. i just really wanted to be a princess because they were the ones that got the prince charmings. i wanted one too.
She was wearing a pink satin dress under a brown duffel coat. Unlike her brother who was running all around and scuffing up his shoes and new pants, she walked straight, her eyes directly ahead above the traffic and mess of everyday life.
She’s not a damsel in distress, or a princess in need of tender loving care. But she wants to be, for once, because it’s tiring being strong and brave and true. She wants to learn how to cry herself in the middle of the night, breathing through her mouth because her nose is clogged and waiting for someone to notice that she’s definitely not okay (she never has been)
– You are my little princess, you know it right ?
– I love you daddy ! – she replied with her cute voice.
– I love you too sweetheart. Sweet Dreams !
He went out of the room and started a chat with his wife.
– If our daugther, will be stupid blonde girl in pink with chihuahua in her bag I’m commiting suicide ! Believe me honey !
Little American princess. Her parents found three gold watches and a bloody pair of scissors behind her care-bear hill.
I am beautiful. Always will be loved. Maybe sometimes never liked. But always highly regarded. I have a loving Knight and someday we’ll be happy ever after. I love him and he loves me.
Daddy’s little princess.
Thats what every little girl in my class was
It’s what I wish i could’ve been
But I never had a dad to treat me like a princess.
It just wasn’t like the films; she’d never be a Disney princess.
she was the most beautiful person to him. he cherished her the most, willing to go to the ends of the world just to be with her.
seeing her now, as she mounts the dashing white horse, smiling sweetly to the man who held the reins, he was reminded of the bitter truth–that he was not the prince she was waiting for all along.
i am not at all
One of my best friends. Her name means princess. Ameera. First memory I have of her, she was bouncing down the stairs of her home in a white, puffy dress. For a tea party.
All she dreamed about was what it would be like to wear only various shades of pink and live in a castle. Then one day she realized that to be a princess, she’d have to live in a monarchy.
A flowing, pink silk dress embroidered with fine golden thread, blond locks falling gracefully down her back, a sparkling tiara perched on her brow, bright blue, smiling eyes. This is the princess, the heir to the throne.