Regal, entitled, magical, beauty, ethereal. Each girl has a bit of a wish to be a princess within. To coax, cuddle and enrich herself with jewels, gifts, love oneself.
patricia
A princess is a name, divine amongst cultures throughout the centuries. A royalty in the making, daughter of king and queen. Nowadays, princess is the term used my little girls who are obsessed with pink and flowery, poofy dresses.
Medri
I feel like a princess right now because I am so loved and adored by my friends. Even though I’m only 26 and I’m getting ready to go through my first divorce. And, I don’t know how I am going to pay my bills because I don’t have enough money and my bastard ex left me holding the bag. I still feel like royalty because my friends are all kings and queens and they treat me like I belong in a crown as well. I love them.
Margaret
“Princess, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Loving Young” she replied.
he then blushed.
Jose
I have the most gorgeous princess at home. Aren’t we women all princesses of beauty?
maria
“Princess.” The voice whispered in my ear, torturing my sleeping thoughts. How I longed for everything to go away. For once in my life I was having a somewhat good dream and here was this person ruining it for me. So annoying.
“Princess. Wake up.” Now the voice added a hand to wake me. Shaking me back and forth. “Time for breakfast.”
Tae
drama queen dressed in pearls and gold finery unhappy with moods they are a deterent to the better things in life the things that aren’t material but spiritual.
Arwen
My princess in the castle was never a romantic one. She was tough and fiery, and her back was decorated with tattoos. prison tattoos, some whispered. It was true that she had always been unwilling to talk about aspects of her past, and her lack of discomfort when she was locked in her tower to await a prince was also somewhat suspicious. “Oh no,” she said. “I’m just fine.”
spel
in the sky changing stars with diamonds, laughing
mortal, yes, but so atlantic, over the ocean, knowing it’s all one. Tulle, and ballerinas never wishing they could be her
Just the image, not the woman
In her brief enchanted photograph
MK
There was a princess named leah. She was strong and kind but was alone in this world. She wanted someone to love her for who she really was, and not just the fact that she was a princess. She wanted a soul mate who would rule the kingdom with her.
Brigid
I am so not a princess. Never could be considered one. Being a princess would take a lot of work. It makes me tired just thinking about it, actually. I don’t like princesses either. They bore me. I love folks with soul, and princesses rarely have one. Know what I mean? Why is this thing changing colors? Oh, I get it, never mind.
Lindsay
golden throne
blackened heart
all the jewels
in the world
adorn her
empty eyes
Casey
I am a princess! My prince loves me so much. He rescued me from a high tower.
I have long, blond hair. No, actually, I have long, brown hair, but blond is the princess color. Unless you’re the princess from that ogre movie. Anyway, talking about my hair, I must sound like a brainless twit. I’m not, though. I’m one of the rare smart princesses. Oh, now I sound like have an ego.
FekketCantenel
Of course. She was far too good to toil in the real world along with us. The sun was hot and would ruin her perfectly bottled tan. The dirt was dry, hard, and would get underneath her shiny plastic nails. The work was boring, and she needed to constantly be entertained. To her, it didn’t matter if we were saving lives. She was the princess.
Maria Figueroa
Isn’t there a little bit princess in all of us? The feeling that some day something magical will happen and our lives will be changed forever. The girl will meet her prince and live happily ever after? The boy will marry a girl who takes care of his every need? Well, I don’t think there is anything wrong with hoping for that…
Paulie
OH MY PRINCESS, WHY CAN’T YOU GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND RESCUE ME FOR ONCE.
Daniel Arntz
The young girl sat blankly on her windowsill, waiting anxiously for her prince to come. She was arranged in marriage with a boy named Alexander. She was a princess and he was a prince. But would he ever come to her?
She never thought she’d die alone. But she would.
He had died.
kristy
the girl who got lost.
Lost and led astray.
Drifted apart.
She left her world behind.
Locked in a tower she had time to think.
Her life,
her lack of thought before and how to get out of that damn tower.
How to apologize.
Brittany
THe daughter of a royal family. Only few countries still use monarchy style goverment. The only one on the top of my head is Britain. Priceess diana was a teacher that became a teacher.
weseem
THe daughter of a royal family. Only few countries still use monarchy style goverment. The only one on the top of my head is Britain. Priceess diana was a teacher that became a teacher.
weseem
I was a princess. I was worshiped by everyone. Of course, that ended when I got drunk and ran naked through the palace. Then, everyone realized that I was an idiot.
LaurenH
she is a royal person. she is an apple of her parents eye. she is a cruise line. she is the elite. she is perfection. she is living the life of the upper class. she is she is she is she is
lhj
The tower that held the key sat atop a giant hill, with winding steps that led down, down into the valley were dragons roamed. No one had visited the little room for years, guarded as it was by monsters and obstacles. No princess at there, waiting for rescue, so it seemed there was no need to go chasing down the dragons in order to reach a tower that held nothing.
Nothing but a key.
If the people knew what that key was for, they might have changed their minds.
Ashley C.
the princess is downstairs, eating chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs and wearing a pink lycra tutu and a big white bow in her hair.
she is almost 6.
i always said i wouldnt have a child, then when i had a child i said i would never have a ‘bow-head’ child or one who wore shirts that said ‘princess’ or had placards abover her bed that said ‘the princess is sleeping’, or a backpack that said ‘princess’ or worse yet, who knew and emulated the actions and movements of disney princesses.
‘snow white was a PUSSY’, i tell her when she is four, ‘she needed men, was a total victim and didnt give herself a chance to grow a pair and help herself, she just continued as all princesses do in these stories to wait for a man to make their lives complete. DONT DO THAT, i tell her, PLEASE DON’T.
you can be my princess, but dont strvie to be a mans, be your own queen, your own ideal of a strong warrior.
hey, shit, you can be ZEENA, the warrior princess! man, i forgot all about HER!
wonder if she’s on youtube!’
hannah
Something I’m not. I’ve never felt that way – and I’d like to. Not in a pampered, precocious way, but I’d like to feel like I was the most amazing thing in someone’s life. For them to look at me like that. To be the one on a pedestal just for once. I’ve had it, briefly, in the past, but it was never real. It’s a part of my life I’d like to have.
p
story book, fantasy, false hope, pink, loved, toad, good-girl, crown, castle. Once apon a time in a far away place,
isis
Am I a princess? Little girls are princesses, aren’t they? And have I met my prince charming? Am I married to him? Does he even exist? Sparkle and glitter and pink tutus and rainbows all surely exist in a perfect princess world, but in the “real” world those things can be hard to come by. Still, there is truth to fairy tales, there is hope in their wisdom.
Christine Mason Miller
disney princesses have false lives that
manipulate the innocent feelings
and desires of
little girls.
oh the stereotypes of women.
InfinityOnTheRun
Find them in castles, apparently. I don’t know any castles and I don’t know any princesses. I don’t know any kings or queens either. The things that simply aren’t out there are mind boggling. Princess. fuh
Andrew Meare
The princess sat alone up in her tower, wondering when her prince would save her. She realized that this was becoming stupid, waiting all day and night, so she slowly climbed down, using the stones sticking out of the tower, and ran away leaving the evil witch and her horrible life behind. When she did happen to run into the prince, she stood there and said, “I don’t need you” and walked away to go on her own adventure.
Kara
the one baby i will never have.
v
I am a princess. I can’t help it, okay? I’m amazing in every way possible and I can do no wrong. My crown is glued to my head and I can’t get it off. That sounds like a problem, doesn’t it?
It is.
The princess life is so hard.
Courtney
She was a princess and I was not. I was the duchess but wanted to be the princess. She had curls and I did not. I had the straight hair she wanted and did not. My grandfather was a barber. He cut my straight hair short. He trimmed her curls. And he called her princess and me his duchess.
Beryl Singleton Bissell
I cried on the way home in the car. Row after row of melded, painted, screeching metal, purring and squealing, all lined up, moving sixty in the slow lane. I think I’m alone a lot, but I got to noticing people’s faces, and their smiles, and I thought about somebody else crying too, like it might just happen.
Like I might not be the most lonely little girl in the world.
Aisling
once there was a pretty princess named may, she decided one day to find a random frog, kiss him, and turn him into a prince. the evil witch at the pond thought it would be funny if she kissed a frog and turned into one, so she oput a hex on a frog in the pond, and when the princess kissed him, she turned into one too. the king was sad to find his daughter a frog, so her cousin mark got to be king instead.
the end
Roxi Powell
Princesses
And peas.
Split at birth
by unnatural forces
To make the
Ocean’s soup.
Enjoy while it lasts
Before it runs out
and down the drain
Uncorked by
Giants
Covered in murky lakes
Erica
daddy’s little princess just fell form grace. Badly. what will daddy think now? All those childhood memories, crushed in an instant. How she wishes she could go back. back to being princess. If only she could turn back time. if only.
princess
every little girl wants to be a princess. This dream desapeared slowly as the little girl grows up. though a woman still wants to find her prince.
karine
She stepped down further, onto his neck. John, feeling the pressure asked her to stop. “Princess…please..I’m not able to breathe!”. Princess smiled, and further pushed her heel into his throat. She heard the snap, and released. “Princess is a pain in the neck, John…remember?”
scoob
someone of great value and decorum who spreads beauty throughout the land and all those who come in contact with her. she is magical and should be protected at all costs. evil fors
Regal, entitled, magical, beauty, ethereal. Each girl has a bit of a wish to be a princess within. To coax, cuddle and enrich herself with jewels, gifts, love oneself.
A princess is a name, divine amongst cultures throughout the centuries. A royalty in the making, daughter of king and queen. Nowadays, princess is the term used my little girls who are obsessed with pink and flowery, poofy dresses.
I feel like a princess right now because I am so loved and adored by my friends. Even though I’m only 26 and I’m getting ready to go through my first divorce. And, I don’t know how I am going to pay my bills because I don’t have enough money and my bastard ex left me holding the bag. I still feel like royalty because my friends are all kings and queens and they treat me like I belong in a crown as well. I love them.
“Princess, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Loving Young” she replied.
he then blushed.
I have the most gorgeous princess at home. Aren’t we women all princesses of beauty?
“Princess.” The voice whispered in my ear, torturing my sleeping thoughts. How I longed for everything to go away. For once in my life I was having a somewhat good dream and here was this person ruining it for me. So annoying.
“Princess. Wake up.” Now the voice added a hand to wake me. Shaking me back and forth. “Time for breakfast.”
drama queen dressed in pearls and gold finery unhappy with moods they are a deterent to the better things in life the things that aren’t material but spiritual.
My princess in the castle was never a romantic one. She was tough and fiery, and her back was decorated with tattoos. prison tattoos, some whispered. It was true that she had always been unwilling to talk about aspects of her past, and her lack of discomfort when she was locked in her tower to await a prince was also somewhat suspicious. “Oh no,” she said. “I’m just fine.”
in the sky changing stars with diamonds, laughing
mortal, yes, but so atlantic, over the ocean, knowing it’s all one. Tulle, and ballerinas never wishing they could be her
Just the image, not the woman
In her brief enchanted photograph
There was a princess named leah. She was strong and kind but was alone in this world. She wanted someone to love her for who she really was, and not just the fact that she was a princess. She wanted a soul mate who would rule the kingdom with her.
I am so not a princess. Never could be considered one. Being a princess would take a lot of work. It makes me tired just thinking about it, actually. I don’t like princesses either. They bore me. I love folks with soul, and princesses rarely have one. Know what I mean? Why is this thing changing colors? Oh, I get it, never mind.
golden throne
blackened heart
all the jewels
in the world
adorn her
empty eyes
I am a princess! My prince loves me so much. He rescued me from a high tower.
I have long, blond hair. No, actually, I have long, brown hair, but blond is the princess color. Unless you’re the princess from that ogre movie. Anyway, talking about my hair, I must sound like a brainless twit. I’m not, though. I’m one of the rare smart princesses. Oh, now I sound like have an ego.
Of course. She was far too good to toil in the real world along with us. The sun was hot and would ruin her perfectly bottled tan. The dirt was dry, hard, and would get underneath her shiny plastic nails. The work was boring, and she needed to constantly be entertained. To her, it didn’t matter if we were saving lives. She was the princess.
Isn’t there a little bit princess in all of us? The feeling that some day something magical will happen and our lives will be changed forever. The girl will meet her prince and live happily ever after? The boy will marry a girl who takes care of his every need? Well, I don’t think there is anything wrong with hoping for that…
OH MY PRINCESS, WHY CAN’T YOU GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND RESCUE ME FOR ONCE.
The young girl sat blankly on her windowsill, waiting anxiously for her prince to come. She was arranged in marriage with a boy named Alexander. She was a princess and he was a prince. But would he ever come to her?
She never thought she’d die alone. But she would.
He had died.
the girl who got lost.
Lost and led astray.
Drifted apart.
She left her world behind.
Locked in a tower she had time to think.
Her life,
her lack of thought before and how to get out of that damn tower.
How to apologize.
THe daughter of a royal family. Only few countries still use monarchy style goverment. The only one on the top of my head is Britain. Priceess diana was a teacher that became a teacher.
THe daughter of a royal family. Only few countries still use monarchy style goverment. The only one on the top of my head is Britain. Priceess diana was a teacher that became a teacher.
I was a princess. I was worshiped by everyone. Of course, that ended when I got drunk and ran naked through the palace. Then, everyone realized that I was an idiot.
she is a royal person. she is an apple of her parents eye. she is a cruise line. she is the elite. she is perfection. she is living the life of the upper class. she is she is she is she is
The tower that held the key sat atop a giant hill, with winding steps that led down, down into the valley were dragons roamed. No one had visited the little room for years, guarded as it was by monsters and obstacles. No princess at there, waiting for rescue, so it seemed there was no need to go chasing down the dragons in order to reach a tower that held nothing.
Nothing but a key.
If the people knew what that key was for, they might have changed their minds.
the princess is downstairs, eating chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs and wearing a pink lycra tutu and a big white bow in her hair.
she is almost 6.
i always said i wouldnt have a child, then when i had a child i said i would never have a ‘bow-head’ child or one who wore shirts that said ‘princess’ or had placards abover her bed that said ‘the princess is sleeping’, or a backpack that said ‘princess’ or worse yet, who knew and emulated the actions and movements of disney princesses.
‘snow white was a PUSSY’, i tell her when she is four, ‘she needed men, was a total victim and didnt give herself a chance to grow a pair and help herself, she just continued as all princesses do in these stories to wait for a man to make their lives complete. DONT DO THAT, i tell her, PLEASE DON’T.
you can be my princess, but dont strvie to be a mans, be your own queen, your own ideal of a strong warrior.
hey, shit, you can be ZEENA, the warrior princess! man, i forgot all about HER!
wonder if she’s on youtube!’
Something I’m not. I’ve never felt that way – and I’d like to. Not in a pampered, precocious way, but I’d like to feel like I was the most amazing thing in someone’s life. For them to look at me like that. To be the one on a pedestal just for once. I’ve had it, briefly, in the past, but it was never real. It’s a part of my life I’d like to have.
story book, fantasy, false hope, pink, loved, toad, good-girl, crown, castle. Once apon a time in a far away place,
Am I a princess? Little girls are princesses, aren’t they? And have I met my prince charming? Am I married to him? Does he even exist? Sparkle and glitter and pink tutus and rainbows all surely exist in a perfect princess world, but in the “real” world those things can be hard to come by. Still, there is truth to fairy tales, there is hope in their wisdom.
disney princesses have false lives that
manipulate the innocent feelings
and desires of
little girls.
oh the stereotypes of women.
Find them in castles, apparently. I don’t know any castles and I don’t know any princesses. I don’t know any kings or queens either. The things that simply aren’t out there are mind boggling. Princess. fuh
The princess sat alone up in her tower, wondering when her prince would save her. She realized that this was becoming stupid, waiting all day and night, so she slowly climbed down, using the stones sticking out of the tower, and ran away leaving the evil witch and her horrible life behind. When she did happen to run into the prince, she stood there and said, “I don’t need you” and walked away to go on her own adventure.
the one baby i will never have.
I am a princess. I can’t help it, okay? I’m amazing in every way possible and I can do no wrong. My crown is glued to my head and I can’t get it off. That sounds like a problem, doesn’t it?
It is.
The princess life is so hard.
She was a princess and I was not. I was the duchess but wanted to be the princess. She had curls and I did not. I had the straight hair she wanted and did not. My grandfather was a barber. He cut my straight hair short. He trimmed her curls. And he called her princess and me his duchess.
I cried on the way home in the car. Row after row of melded, painted, screeching metal, purring and squealing, all lined up, moving sixty in the slow lane. I think I’m alone a lot, but I got to noticing people’s faces, and their smiles, and I thought about somebody else crying too, like it might just happen.
Like I might not be the most lonely little girl in the world.
once there was a pretty princess named may, she decided one day to find a random frog, kiss him, and turn him into a prince. the evil witch at the pond thought it would be funny if she kissed a frog and turned into one, so she oput a hex on a frog in the pond, and when the princess kissed him, she turned into one too. the king was sad to find his daughter a frog, so her cousin mark got to be king instead.
the end
Princesses
And peas.
Split at birth
by unnatural forces
To make the
Ocean’s soup.
Enjoy while it lasts
Before it runs out
and down the drain
Uncorked by
Giants
Covered in murky lakes
daddy’s little princess just fell form grace. Badly. what will daddy think now? All those childhood memories, crushed in an instant. How she wishes she could go back. back to being princess. If only she could turn back time. if only.
every little girl wants to be a princess. This dream desapeared slowly as the little girl grows up. though a woman still wants to find her prince.
She stepped down further, onto his neck. John, feeling the pressure asked her to stop. “Princess…please..I’m not able to breathe!”. Princess smiled, and further pushed her heel into his throat. She heard the snap, and released. “Princess is a pain in the neck, John…remember?”
someone of great value and decorum who spreads beauty throughout the land and all those who come in contact with her. she is magical and should be protected at all costs. evil fors