a sad woman trapped in a castle with a wicked stepmother/mother-in-law, who only wanted to be a ballerina all her life. now trapped in a loveless marriage with a mealy-mouthed man who thinks he is don juan and cheats with horse-faced women. she is praying for relief from pain.
Julia
So this doesn’t let you cheat. The word is princess and I haven’t a clue as to what to write. of course after the minute is up mymind will swirl with possibliities and then I can write it out. That’s the hard part and none of this has to do with princess except that I never wanted to be one.
Teresa
She brushed her long golden hair, looking through the large window. She dreamt of adventure, but knew that her father would never let her outside of the castle walls.
Jasmin
i am a princess. we all want to be princesses; to be treated like one in our own world’s. I know that I will always be my daddy’s little princess. i love you naina.
ladyspangle
she was beautiful on the outside, her hair long and blond and her skin like ivory, but on the inside she was anything but. a mean streak. a desire to have all the attention all the time. incredibly demanding of everyone around her. and, worse, expecting daddy to cough up everything from money to the car keys whenever she wanted. princess? how about princass?
edward
she is sad inside her fairytale castle all alone.
she cries tears for a normal life.
like mine.
lisa parks
I am a princess.
Eowyn, by the nerds.
Artemis, by just myself.
Princesses live in a world that is far different from my own reality.
They can come and go as they like, yet they are constrained as I am by the workings of a socialite family..
Princesses are political.
Princesses have the faerietale I will never have.
But Princess are me.
Samie
What my brother calls his ex wife. Now no one in the family can use that word without thinking of her!
jp
pretty pretty
princess,
sitting on her wall
(just like humpty, took a dumpty
into the royal pool…
in the end,
they shot him dead.)
oh, lets read a fairy tale,
we’ll teach to you to be good
(and proper,
doing whatever we darn
well please,
pondering….)
don’t be ungrateful
Jenealia
the name of enchanted women and girls, those enlightend by superficial things.
Elatedcont
the one, the only , the chosen, gleaming, glorious, beauty………..
princess
she came into the room and delivered the decree with all the grace of a woman of power and wile despite the fact that she wore a mask of red and yellow cotton and blue feathers which completely obscured her voice and message. She turned and left while everyone around her looked at each other and said, “Huh?” All the while a dancer spun through the room and touched each person with a tiny brush, dipping it into bee pollen after each
Dave Crowley
well i hate this word because it reminds me pink,little,arogant girl…i hate those girls.
Reda
princess by vera wang is the perfume bottle that elise got her ring from the top of. i found that out last night when we went to the play together.. it was fun. i like elise. matt was so good as eddy! who knew he could sing… his moustache was wicked funny, i really liked that play too. zombie prom. have you seen it? it’s quite funny
charlo
That’s what my mom used to call me. And I hated it. I hated it when I was a kid and I hate it today as an adult. I’ve never thought of myself as a princess. There’s nothing princess-like about me. And the expectation to live up to whatever idea of “princess” she had in her mind is painful.
Barb
i always knew you were the master, the king even, of dirtbag men. but i don’t like you in the way of most helpless girls.
I thought i could try, be the princess, but oh no. you will always and forever me, the master, the king.
Anne
I hate princesses….coveted people who didn’t earn their place. I don’t want to be one ever…I prefer the life of a commoner. I wonder if they hate being princesses…not a lot of fun having life dictated for you…how to wave, etc. hmm. If I ever meet one one day maybe I’ll ask. But maybe they won’t be able to answer.
em
Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a castle, the castle was guarded by a dragon and she was in grave danger. One day a prince came to rescue that princess but failed, and died. Nobody could ever rescue her or save her from her doom, and soon in the end she died. Later it was found out that her mother ended up putting her in that castle guarded by the evil dragon because she felt she was prettier then her.
Alyssa
she threw him away, down the corridor, down the well, his ugly toad body just another failed prince. Where oh where will she ever find love? maybe she isn’t looking hard enough, maybe she is looking too hard.
bleh
fabled woman of great import a true pain on the ass.
do you think we believe you should have a prince?
molly Flanegin
i am a princess. no one thinks i am or sees me as one because if i told people i was a princess people would persecute me but i believe everyone is a princess deep down. everyone should be treated like a princess or a prince, because everyone is special in their own way.
chloe
Dear god, why is this word printed over thousands upon thousands of shirts for little girls? Gender socialization is absolutely ridiculous. You can’t walk into a clothing section for young girls without being blinded by pastel colors and sayings such as ‘diva’ or ‘drama queen’. A company in the UK even tried marketing a stripper pole to 8 tear old girls. Listen, I know we all want our daughters to feel special, but do we convince our children that they are ALL special? Won’t this make them think they are better than other children?
Matthew
she stood there in a beautiful white dress, diamonds all around, with a frown on her face. “why so sad sweetie?” she didn’t know. she never knew. but obviously she wasn’t happy. people thought life was perfect. people were wrong.
lao
i know this girl named princess. everyone says she’s the hottest girl ever. thats stupid. i think she should be treated like a normal person. who cares if you have a royalty name?
c. gladburg
In America, we have the belief that you can grow up to be most anything. But not King, Queen, Prince, or Princess. That’s something you’d have to be born into, and we don’t have inherited royalty. What we have, however, is inherited money, and that pretty much leads to the same end.
Scott
She was a princess in every sense odf the word. Long flowing hair, beautiful, flowing gown. Everyone bestowed love on her. She was, mostly, a princess, becasue she knew she was loved. Hair hair was brushed daily and kept very shiny. Her skin was clean and glowing. My 5 year old daughter.
Pam Canepa
The princess concerns herself with the peas. The peas that grow in the garden beneath her castle home. Terraced ground, lonely ground for she is the only inhabitant at the moment. Her father is away on business in the town of Shelby, having saddled the horse yesterday morning and ridden away
MIke
Fairytales are read to little girls at night, about princesses and princes. Always the little girl – at one point or the other – wishes to be a princess. She wishes to be swept apon her feet, and carried away by a prince. Fairytales seldomly come true.
Michelle
She’s a princess
flowing blond hair and eyes of wild wonderment
if only she knew the pain and strife of the planet
she’d relinquish her crown and step down
a princess no more
Jason
She thought of herself as a princess, even though she was no more than a rag doll, at best. Her tattered clothes and ratty hair gave her the look of a homeless child with no one to care for her. Yet, her smile was bright and cheered most, especially the men who saw through the tattered clothes to the body beneath. The men, she sighed, with knife in hand…
AJ Brown
my pretty princess
no less a princess
for the misstakes that you made
no less a princess
for what you try to evade
my beautiful princess
no less a princess
when you hurt my feelings
no less a princess
when searching for meanings
Gus
you’re a prince with an ass, an ass of a price, you’re a princess.
Oliver Brookshore
beautiful. not me. Always gets the prince in stories.Tiare gowns balls palaces. peas happiness lover everafter garbage bad role model for kids to believe in supposedly every little girls dream pink lace fluffy seervants.
kami
a son of emperor
jun
My princess looks at me with soft eyes. She longs for something real…more real than this dollhouse existence she’s endured. She needs more than a prince on a horse. She need sustenance for her heart.
Aniphx
i never wanted to be a princess. i always dreamed of flying beds, as in bedknobs and broomsticks and musical numbers. quite quickly these dreams turned to nightmares and i feared going to sleep and so i didn’t. i still suffer with insomnia now. it blows.
rosylee
i am a princess everything is fabulous i live in a pink castle up on a hill where no one can get to me except the people i want to see. i get to pick and choose these people as i please. i make sure they are all beautiful, as beautiful as me.
everything in my castles is perfect and pretty and pink
and nothing bad ever comes in
i make sure of this.
very sure.
haze
Peach Princess, Bitch. That’s the go kart I’d be racing around your track. I don’t think I deserve the title of princess, because I work for what I want. I hate having other people wait on me, hand and foot. Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing.
hugarbol
Princess Peach? I just played a rather extended game as her on the N64. I don’t think shes very cheap, though others think so. I have fun just playing as her. It’s not a girly thing to play as a girl. Each character is unique. Each person has a preference.
Jason
The princess was a spoiled brat. She refused to eat her mashed carrots so she dumped them on her servant’s feet. It was sad at the time, but her growth was really stunted, so in the end, it all worked out quite fairly.
a sad woman trapped in a castle with a wicked stepmother/mother-in-law, who only wanted to be a ballerina all her life. now trapped in a loveless marriage with a mealy-mouthed man who thinks he is don juan and cheats with horse-faced women. she is praying for relief from pain.
So this doesn’t let you cheat. The word is princess and I haven’t a clue as to what to write. of course after the minute is up mymind will swirl with possibliities and then I can write it out. That’s the hard part and none of this has to do with princess except that I never wanted to be one.
She brushed her long golden hair, looking through the large window. She dreamt of adventure, but knew that her father would never let her outside of the castle walls.
i am a princess. we all want to be princesses; to be treated like one in our own world’s. I know that I will always be my daddy’s little princess. i love you naina.
she was beautiful on the outside, her hair long and blond and her skin like ivory, but on the inside she was anything but. a mean streak. a desire to have all the attention all the time. incredibly demanding of everyone around her. and, worse, expecting daddy to cough up everything from money to the car keys whenever she wanted. princess? how about princass?
she is sad inside her fairytale castle all alone.
she cries tears for a normal life.
like mine.
I am a princess.
Eowyn, by the nerds.
Artemis, by just myself.
Princesses live in a world that is far different from my own reality.
They can come and go as they like, yet they are constrained as I am by the workings of a socialite family..
Princesses are political.
Princesses have the faerietale I will never have.
But Princess are me.
What my brother calls his ex wife. Now no one in the family can use that word without thinking of her!
pretty pretty
princess,
sitting on her wall
(just like humpty, took a dumpty
into the royal pool…
in the end,
they shot him dead.)
oh, lets read a fairy tale,
we’ll teach to you to be good
(and proper,
doing whatever we darn
well please,
pondering….)
don’t be ungrateful
the name of enchanted women and girls, those enlightend by superficial things.
the one, the only , the chosen, gleaming, glorious, beauty………..
she came into the room and delivered the decree with all the grace of a woman of power and wile despite the fact that she wore a mask of red and yellow cotton and blue feathers which completely obscured her voice and message. She turned and left while everyone around her looked at each other and said, “Huh?” All the while a dancer spun through the room and touched each person with a tiny brush, dipping it into bee pollen after each
well i hate this word because it reminds me pink,little,arogant girl…i hate those girls.
princess by vera wang is the perfume bottle that elise got her ring from the top of. i found that out last night when we went to the play together.. it was fun. i like elise. matt was so good as eddy! who knew he could sing… his moustache was wicked funny, i really liked that play too. zombie prom. have you seen it? it’s quite funny
That’s what my mom used to call me. And I hated it. I hated it when I was a kid and I hate it today as an adult. I’ve never thought of myself as a princess. There’s nothing princess-like about me. And the expectation to live up to whatever idea of “princess” she had in her mind is painful.
i always knew you were the master, the king even, of dirtbag men. but i don’t like you in the way of most helpless girls.
I thought i could try, be the princess, but oh no. you will always and forever me, the master, the king.
I hate princesses….coveted people who didn’t earn their place. I don’t want to be one ever…I prefer the life of a commoner. I wonder if they hate being princesses…not a lot of fun having life dictated for you…how to wave, etc. hmm. If I ever meet one one day maybe I’ll ask. But maybe they won’t be able to answer.
Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a castle, the castle was guarded by a dragon and she was in grave danger. One day a prince came to rescue that princess but failed, and died. Nobody could ever rescue her or save her from her doom, and soon in the end she died. Later it was found out that her mother ended up putting her in that castle guarded by the evil dragon because she felt she was prettier then her.
she threw him away, down the corridor, down the well, his ugly toad body just another failed prince. Where oh where will she ever find love? maybe she isn’t looking hard enough, maybe she is looking too hard.
fabled woman of great import a true pain on the ass.
do you think we believe you should have a prince?
i am a princess. no one thinks i am or sees me as one because if i told people i was a princess people would persecute me but i believe everyone is a princess deep down. everyone should be treated like a princess or a prince, because everyone is special in their own way.
Dear god, why is this word printed over thousands upon thousands of shirts for little girls? Gender socialization is absolutely ridiculous. You can’t walk into a clothing section for young girls without being blinded by pastel colors and sayings such as ‘diva’ or ‘drama queen’. A company in the UK even tried marketing a stripper pole to 8 tear old girls. Listen, I know we all want our daughters to feel special, but do we convince our children that they are ALL special? Won’t this make them think they are better than other children?
she stood there in a beautiful white dress, diamonds all around, with a frown on her face. “why so sad sweetie?” she didn’t know. she never knew. but obviously she wasn’t happy. people thought life was perfect. people were wrong.
i know this girl named princess. everyone says she’s the hottest girl ever. thats stupid. i think she should be treated like a normal person. who cares if you have a royalty name?
In America, we have the belief that you can grow up to be most anything. But not King, Queen, Prince, or Princess. That’s something you’d have to be born into, and we don’t have inherited royalty. What we have, however, is inherited money, and that pretty much leads to the same end.
She was a princess in every sense odf the word. Long flowing hair, beautiful, flowing gown. Everyone bestowed love on her. She was, mostly, a princess, becasue she knew she was loved. Hair hair was brushed daily and kept very shiny. Her skin was clean and glowing. My 5 year old daughter.
The princess concerns herself with the peas. The peas that grow in the garden beneath her castle home. Terraced ground, lonely ground for she is the only inhabitant at the moment. Her father is away on business in the town of Shelby, having saddled the horse yesterday morning and ridden away
Fairytales are read to little girls at night, about princesses and princes. Always the little girl – at one point or the other – wishes to be a princess. She wishes to be swept apon her feet, and carried away by a prince. Fairytales seldomly come true.
She’s a princess
flowing blond hair and eyes of wild wonderment
if only she knew the pain and strife of the planet
she’d relinquish her crown and step down
a princess no more
She thought of herself as a princess, even though she was no more than a rag doll, at best. Her tattered clothes and ratty hair gave her the look of a homeless child with no one to care for her. Yet, her smile was bright and cheered most, especially the men who saw through the tattered clothes to the body beneath. The men, she sighed, with knife in hand…
my pretty princess
no less a princess
for the misstakes that you made
no less a princess
for what you try to evade
my beautiful princess
no less a princess
when you hurt my feelings
no less a princess
when searching for meanings
you’re a prince with an ass, an ass of a price, you’re a princess.
beautiful. not me. Always gets the prince in stories.Tiare gowns balls palaces. peas happiness lover everafter garbage bad role model for kids to believe in supposedly every little girls dream pink lace fluffy seervants.
a son of emperor
My princess looks at me with soft eyes. She longs for something real…more real than this dollhouse existence she’s endured. She needs more than a prince on a horse. She need sustenance for her heart.
i never wanted to be a princess. i always dreamed of flying beds, as in bedknobs and broomsticks and musical numbers. quite quickly these dreams turned to nightmares and i feared going to sleep and so i didn’t. i still suffer with insomnia now. it blows.
i am a princess everything is fabulous i live in a pink castle up on a hill where no one can get to me except the people i want to see. i get to pick and choose these people as i please. i make sure they are all beautiful, as beautiful as me.
everything in my castles is perfect and pretty and pink
and nothing bad ever comes in
i make sure of this.
very sure.
Peach Princess, Bitch. That’s the go kart I’d be racing around your track. I don’t think I deserve the title of princess, because I work for what I want. I hate having other people wait on me, hand and foot. Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing.
Princess Peach? I just played a rather extended game as her on the N64. I don’t think shes very cheap, though others think so. I have fun just playing as her. It’s not a girly thing to play as a girl. Each character is unique. Each person has a preference.
The princess was a spoiled brat. She refused to eat her mashed carrots so she dumped them on her servant’s feet. It was sad at the time, but her growth was really stunted, so in the end, it all worked out quite fairly.