having a lovely man in your arms that willl wisk you away and protect you from all of the bad wolves in the forest. having a lovely crown with birds flying around your head
nina
My daughter is such a princess. it is admirable. I wish this quality stayed with us as we matured. We should all think of ourselves as princess. I am a princess. My name means princess. And yet I don’t treat myself as such. What a shame. It is changeable though. I have a shining example in my daughter.
Sara Moriarty
once my brother was dressed up like a princess it was funny seeing him in a dress i laughed so hard. He was wearing a pink dress higheels a tiara and make up too.
Stefan Watts
She sits with mirror in hand bellowing for beauty lost. Her bellowing echoes through the chamber’s window to the stream below where a young prince finds the enticing dulcet tones intriguing.
Brian
She was in a pink, frilly little dress. Rhinestone tiara included. Maria was going to kill something. “ANDREA!!!!” roared the pink puff-ball. “KNOW THAT TONIGHT IS YOUR LAST NIGHT ALIVE!”
Betty
My ex-girlfriend is a princess. She expects everything and gives nothing. A spoiled rotten little girl, who thinks of no one other than herself. She tossed my feelings out the door the day I left her to go to college. Never had any discipline in her life and she needs it very bad. So Lilly if you ever read this, FUCK YOU.
Bryan
haha princess. every girl wants to be a princess. not all want to be the girly-girly pink kind, but there’s a princess for every girl. a princess who gets shit done, a princess who’s beautiful, well-liked, respected, intelligent, fashionable…perfect…
sunnap
my beautiful friend patty….ask her how she is 365 days of the year and she says PERFECT….so beautiful and glorious of a friend…my princess!
lje
She fell from the tower with an angry little scour and told me not to catch her, or she’d cry. I told her that I’d hold her and that I’d rather see her tear up, then die.
Ryan
Fake, what really is a princess? Well it is a childish, randomly used word. It is not real, a sense of two-faced and untrust plays about its pink and pathetic meaningless. A disney creation, useless in the world and the aims of many a child sadly.
Aoife
Inside me lives what most call a princess, but what I call a demon. She is pretty and thin. She has long, wavy, hair–not curly, wavy. It is the perfect shade of golden blonde. She is a marvel of loveliness, kindness, intelligence, and good cooking. She haunts me like a monster under my bed.
Amy
she walked up to me wearing the face where I know she doesn’t want to speak to me but is going to anyway because she feels weighed by obligations. we can only barely make small talk before she gets too uncomfortable and walks away.
Harrison
Cinderella was a princess who was rescued by her prince. There were many examples of princesses that were popularized by Disney, but originally written by the Grimm’s Brothers. These are very popular stories for little girls.
V
Is there a hole in your heart
or am I mistaken?
I can see your capillary veins.
You be the patient, I’ll be the surgeon,
just like 1st grade on the playground all day.
Soon enough, you’ll hear the black top calling for you.
After that there is not much else you can do.
Have you forgotten your place?
I’m being sarcastic.
That shit could kill a bus of kids.
Yeah, we have a good thing.
She is a bad thing.
Why would she want to break us?
Who would want to break us?
Yeah
Soon enough, you’ll hear the black top calling your name.
Everyday, your life will never be the same
I am a pirate, you are a princess.
We could sale the seven seas
Bring back some presents
for all the people.
Everyone will love us
Even courtney will love us.
luay
Nono, princess was the old term. Senator, that was it. His little senator. She would not know about the evils of the old days. No, to her he would tell the stories of the brave adventurers and the beautiful birds with wings that flitted about on the breeze. His little daughter was too young for those evils.
Kayli
Shall I describe a princess?
A goddess?
One whose love I would die
to be given,
whom may fill the hollows
of my tired soul
with warmth and bliss.
Shall I name to you a princess?
Aisha Khan.
Rick Veloz
the princess with her golden ringlets sauntered down the lane smelling the flowers. as she happeend across this old bridge she thought to herself do i dare cross as it looks like it could fall into the river below! a gondola type boat appeared from out of nowhere and she hopped down into it and started down teh river on her own but just then a crocoldile chomped the boat in half with an evil little grin and says why helloooooo there little one-what’s for lunch today? next thing you know they’re having tea on the river bank and giggling madly at what an odd couple of friends they had become.
Amanda
uptight, high maintenance, blond hair, crown, jewels, lacks empathy, people bowing at her feet, diva, pink gown.
m
the princess stood still as she looked across her vast kingdom. soon it would be hers. soon she would rule over it all. the only problem was that she needed a king to rule with her. she needed someone that would be strong. she wanted someone who could take care of her. but there were no suitors in all the land. and she was doomed to be princess forever. looking at the kingdom that should be hers. but it was not.
justice
a dream. once in every little girls head. then they grow up and witness reality. life isn’t a fairy tale.
distressed
So here we are staring down a mountaian looking at the princess with her long black hair. I guess using your hair for a rope is a stupid idea right? He asked and began to laugh. She frowned trying to understand what he was trying to say.
Pieter
The Princess was so lonely she sat in her top floor room staring out the window, longing for someone to come and rescue her from her lonely sad live. She dreamed often of a Prince comeing to visit her.
Jolly
the princess was the most unhappy person in the kingdom. she spent her days sitting by her window, deeply immersed in thought. her wish was to leave and never come back. only she was too weak to do it.
Lily
This one day, my friends and I were walking in the orchard and found this cute little deer. it was quite ironic, considering we were in the orchard. anyway, as we follow the deer and walk deeper in the orchard, we find this old stone castle sparkling. inside, we see a distressed princess and try to figure out what’s wrong. thus embarking on our journey.
kim
Je suis une princess. J’aime me d
MmeM
i like to fuck princesses. they are so tight in their wet, little pussies. I think I could lick them for hours, with no stops. Just lick it. Lick it till they scream. Let them scream for their mamas. h mama, i’m fucking so hard.Come on papa.
Martin
girlly girl who is terrbily a valley girl and stupid and pretenious and annoyingly pretty. needs a handsome prince which is tooally stipud if you know what i mean. seriously. always have a boyfriend and neevr a lone i mean come on. i have been a lone for two years.
zora
I work with some princesses.
Jim Greenhill
That was all she wanted, to be treated like a princess. Who would have thought that “girl most likely to marry the President”-Class of 84″ would end up a haggard drudge, waiting on tables to oligenious truckers and snacking on sugar puffs every night?
Claudette
Oh princess above your weary tower. Gazing over the masses underneath you and your crown. It’s not an easy job being you; choosing who lives, who dies, and who stays the same. You are powerful to some, but to yourself, you are your worst enemy.
SRC
Wire line around her neck. Beading sweat, a nervous wreck. Anxious breath, fear; regret. Reapers count mistakes correct and turns and breaks the throne with death.
nightshine
what do you think about the princess? do you think she likes wearing that walkman, or did you think she worries it makes her look less regal? do you think she unties her laces before taking her shoes off? i can’t be sure. i want to talk to the princess. i want to talk to the princess about the future
crispin
a tiny, elegant lady wears a beautiful gown and lays on a bed of pillows. her eyes, now closed, have seen much–from beauty to strife, and now death. this is my pavanne for a dead princess.
benji
hey there delilah. you are my princess. princess of my city; with every you do to me I love you even more. Stay with me forever? Sure, I am no prince. But I love you, want you, need you. Don’t stop me; I could go on forever.
Marguerite Hollander
The princess opened her eyes to the sight on one last night. One last free eve before she is wed to the man she has hated all her life. Not such a long length, but longer than the amount of time she’s wished to have blonde hair.
Marguerite
My little sister loves to play dress up and pretend she’s a princess. Two years old and she puts on her tiara and skirt and prances around. Princesses don’t open their eyes, you know, she told my mother at halloween. All the pictures – her eyes are closed or open so very wide. But she is a little princess – full of imagination and potential and it’s beautiful.
allison
It was almost my name. I didn’t have a name for a few weeks after my birth so everyone just called me ‘princess.’ I guess, after a while, it started to look nice. I’m glad they decided against it. My actual name is much nicer. And far less humiliating. I used to dream of being a princess. I loved the movies, I liked to write stories about them and sit under trees after school let out thinking that maybe I was secretly a princess that had been kidnapped. Soon my real life would come rescue me from all of this. I wonder, as that tiny baby that was me lay sleeping, did they know it would turn out like this? The very opposite of princess? Did they know that my life would turn out so empty? And that it would be all their fault?
elena
i use to pretend that when i turned sixteen my parents would tell me that i was actually a princess and was to be married to a handsome prince and live in a big castle. but here i am sixteen with no boyfriend just a friend with benifits. and all my friends hurt me emotionally. my home is no better yelling and fighting constantly. i want to go back to my innocence i want to go back to when i was young and stay in that daydream forever. then i would be a princess. oh how nice.
kat the great
a beutiful girl who lives in a castle. She lives with her wicked step mother and her adoring father. The people of the country love her and her father. He passes away and now the princess is doomed to a life of slavery. Being a princess sucks.
Sarah
What a difficult word… I think of an episode of Friends, where Phoebe changes her name in Princess Consuele Bananahammock. I also think about kitchen stuff (princess is a brand). And I think of cute crowns… Time’s up!
having a lovely man in your arms that willl wisk you away and protect you from all of the bad wolves in the forest. having a lovely crown with birds flying around your head
My daughter is such a princess. it is admirable. I wish this quality stayed with us as we matured. We should all think of ourselves as princess. I am a princess. My name means princess. And yet I don’t treat myself as such. What a shame. It is changeable though. I have a shining example in my daughter.
once my brother was dressed up like a princess it was funny seeing him in a dress i laughed so hard. He was wearing a pink dress higheels a tiara and make up too.
She sits with mirror in hand bellowing for beauty lost. Her bellowing echoes through the chamber’s window to the stream below where a young prince finds the enticing dulcet tones intriguing.
She was in a pink, frilly little dress. Rhinestone tiara included. Maria was going to kill something. “ANDREA!!!!” roared the pink puff-ball. “KNOW THAT TONIGHT IS YOUR LAST NIGHT ALIVE!”
My ex-girlfriend is a princess. She expects everything and gives nothing. A spoiled rotten little girl, who thinks of no one other than herself. She tossed my feelings out the door the day I left her to go to college. Never had any discipline in her life and she needs it very bad. So Lilly if you ever read this, FUCK YOU.
haha princess. every girl wants to be a princess. not all want to be the girly-girly pink kind, but there’s a princess for every girl. a princess who gets shit done, a princess who’s beautiful, well-liked, respected, intelligent, fashionable…perfect…
my beautiful friend patty….ask her how she is 365 days of the year and she says PERFECT….so beautiful and glorious of a friend…my princess!
She fell from the tower with an angry little scour and told me not to catch her, or she’d cry. I told her that I’d hold her and that I’d rather see her tear up, then die.
Fake, what really is a princess? Well it is a childish, randomly used word. It is not real, a sense of two-faced and untrust plays about its pink and pathetic meaningless. A disney creation, useless in the world and the aims of many a child sadly.
Inside me lives what most call a princess, but what I call a demon. She is pretty and thin. She has long, wavy, hair–not curly, wavy. It is the perfect shade of golden blonde. She is a marvel of loveliness, kindness, intelligence, and good cooking. She haunts me like a monster under my bed.
she walked up to me wearing the face where I know she doesn’t want to speak to me but is going to anyway because she feels weighed by obligations. we can only barely make small talk before she gets too uncomfortable and walks away.
Cinderella was a princess who was rescued by her prince. There were many examples of princesses that were popularized by Disney, but originally written by the Grimm’s Brothers. These are very popular stories for little girls.
Is there a hole in your heart
or am I mistaken?
I can see your capillary veins.
You be the patient, I’ll be the surgeon,
just like 1st grade on the playground all day.
Soon enough, you’ll hear the black top calling for you.
After that there is not much else you can do.
Have you forgotten your place?
I’m being sarcastic.
That shit could kill a bus of kids.
Yeah, we have a good thing.
She is a bad thing.
Why would she want to break us?
Who would want to break us?
Yeah
Soon enough, you’ll hear the black top calling your name.
Everyday, your life will never be the same
I am a pirate, you are a princess.
We could sale the seven seas
Bring back some presents
for all the people.
Everyone will love us
Even courtney will love us.
Nono, princess was the old term. Senator, that was it. His little senator. She would not know about the evils of the old days. No, to her he would tell the stories of the brave adventurers and the beautiful birds with wings that flitted about on the breeze. His little daughter was too young for those evils.
Shall I describe a princess?
A goddess?
One whose love I would die
to be given,
whom may fill the hollows
of my tired soul
with warmth and bliss.
Shall I name to you a princess?
Aisha Khan.
the princess with her golden ringlets sauntered down the lane smelling the flowers. as she happeend across this old bridge she thought to herself do i dare cross as it looks like it could fall into the river below! a gondola type boat appeared from out of nowhere and she hopped down into it and started down teh river on her own but just then a crocoldile chomped the boat in half with an evil little grin and says why helloooooo there little one-what’s for lunch today? next thing you know they’re having tea on the river bank and giggling madly at what an odd couple of friends they had become.
uptight, high maintenance, blond hair, crown, jewels, lacks empathy, people bowing at her feet, diva, pink gown.
the princess stood still as she looked across her vast kingdom. soon it would be hers. soon she would rule over it all. the only problem was that she needed a king to rule with her. she needed someone that would be strong. she wanted someone who could take care of her. but there were no suitors in all the land. and she was doomed to be princess forever. looking at the kingdom that should be hers. but it was not.
a dream. once in every little girls head. then they grow up and witness reality. life isn’t a fairy tale.
So here we are staring down a mountaian looking at the princess with her long black hair. I guess using your hair for a rope is a stupid idea right? He asked and began to laugh. She frowned trying to understand what he was trying to say.
The Princess was so lonely she sat in her top floor room staring out the window, longing for someone to come and rescue her from her lonely sad live. She dreamed often of a Prince comeing to visit her.
the princess was the most unhappy person in the kingdom. she spent her days sitting by her window, deeply immersed in thought. her wish was to leave and never come back. only she was too weak to do it.
This one day, my friends and I were walking in the orchard and found this cute little deer. it was quite ironic, considering we were in the orchard. anyway, as we follow the deer and walk deeper in the orchard, we find this old stone castle sparkling. inside, we see a distressed princess and try to figure out what’s wrong. thus embarking on our journey.
Je suis une princess. J’aime me d
i like to fuck princesses. they are so tight in their wet, little pussies. I think I could lick them for hours, with no stops. Just lick it. Lick it till they scream. Let them scream for their mamas. h mama, i’m fucking so hard.Come on papa.
girlly girl who is terrbily a valley girl and stupid and pretenious and annoyingly pretty. needs a handsome prince which is tooally stipud if you know what i mean. seriously. always have a boyfriend and neevr a lone i mean come on. i have been a lone for two years.
I work with some princesses.
That was all she wanted, to be treated like a princess. Who would have thought that “girl most likely to marry the President”-Class of 84″ would end up a haggard drudge, waiting on tables to oligenious truckers and snacking on sugar puffs every night?
Oh princess above your weary tower. Gazing over the masses underneath you and your crown. It’s not an easy job being you; choosing who lives, who dies, and who stays the same. You are powerful to some, but to yourself, you are your worst enemy.
Wire line around her neck. Beading sweat, a nervous wreck. Anxious breath, fear; regret. Reapers count mistakes correct and turns and breaks the throne with death.
what do you think about the princess? do you think she likes wearing that walkman, or did you think she worries it makes her look less regal? do you think she unties her laces before taking her shoes off? i can’t be sure. i want to talk to the princess. i want to talk to the princess about the future
a tiny, elegant lady wears a beautiful gown and lays on a bed of pillows. her eyes, now closed, have seen much–from beauty to strife, and now death. this is my pavanne for a dead princess.
hey there delilah. you are my princess. princess of my city; with every you do to me I love you even more. Stay with me forever? Sure, I am no prince. But I love you, want you, need you. Don’t stop me; I could go on forever.
The princess opened her eyes to the sight on one last night. One last free eve before she is wed to the man she has hated all her life. Not such a long length, but longer than the amount of time she’s wished to have blonde hair.
My little sister loves to play dress up and pretend she’s a princess. Two years old and she puts on her tiara and skirt and prances around. Princesses don’t open their eyes, you know, she told my mother at halloween. All the pictures – her eyes are closed or open so very wide. But she is a little princess – full of imagination and potential and it’s beautiful.
It was almost my name. I didn’t have a name for a few weeks after my birth so everyone just called me ‘princess.’ I guess, after a while, it started to look nice. I’m glad they decided against it. My actual name is much nicer. And far less humiliating. I used to dream of being a princess. I loved the movies, I liked to write stories about them and sit under trees after school let out thinking that maybe I was secretly a princess that had been kidnapped. Soon my real life would come rescue me from all of this. I wonder, as that tiny baby that was me lay sleeping, did they know it would turn out like this? The very opposite of princess? Did they know that my life would turn out so empty? And that it would be all their fault?
i use to pretend that when i turned sixteen my parents would tell me that i was actually a princess and was to be married to a handsome prince and live in a big castle. but here i am sixteen with no boyfriend just a friend with benifits. and all my friends hurt me emotionally. my home is no better yelling and fighting constantly. i want to go back to my innocence i want to go back to when i was young and stay in that daydream forever. then i would be a princess. oh how nice.
a beutiful girl who lives in a castle. She lives with her wicked step mother and her adoring father. The people of the country love her and her father. He passes away and now the princess is doomed to a life of slavery. Being a princess sucks.
What a difficult word… I think of an episode of Friends, where Phoebe changes her name in Princess Consuele Bananahammock. I also think about kitchen stuff (princess is a brand). And I think of cute crowns… Time’s up!