I AM the princess! Freaking hot princess. Deserving of everything and so pleased with all that I have. Everything I desire is mine and the world is GOOD!
nancy
fairy godmothers and the like
have nothing to do with the american debutante
spoiled children, mostly
Scott Edward Jackson
The door slammed. She curled into a smaller ball somehow hoping he wouldn’t be drunk. Somehow hoping she would be invisible.
He was.
She wasn’t.
In the bathroom later she gingerly touched the side of her face. A deep bruise was already forming. She traced the outline of a hand she knew well.
A single tear slid down her swollen cheek. He’d called her Princess once.
Morgan
She walks down the steps and knows we are all watching her intently. We try to remember to appear to take an interest in her face which is beautiful but no match for the outfit she is almost wearing.
alevans
The princess word is irksome.
Darby
I always used to use some form of the word “Princess” in screen names on websites when I was younger, and I liked pretending that I was in fact, some form of long lost princess, but not just any princess. Oh no. I was always some kind of mythical warrior princess – an elf, a vampire, a witch. Beautiful, intelligent, tough; it was nice pretending that I was actually good at anything.
Stevie
sometimes I am one. this is not a bad thing. it is just a thing. I like things nice.
steve lent
My pricess is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. She have the cute hair, takes a flower wherever she goes and have the most amusing legs! :)
Lucas
The little rose red mouth pouted high enough for me to hang my bag on.
“What do you mean, I can’t get that doll?”
I sighed audibly. Whoever said that living as a princess babysitter was ever easy?
Cai Xiaohan
the king’s little one. She runs through the garden of roses. Without care or purpose. Where does she go?
JOe
princess is a word that describes someone of royal background. also know as a stuck up girl who wants whatever they ask for. money is usually thought of, or expensive things, when talking about princesses.
Ryan Regan
she was a grey little lady with a dogstick furniture hairdo what she wanted i dont know but it was clear from her demeanor that there was not much there. I realize she loved me but I don’t think very much of her looks; they’re nothing like what i desire in a girl thing.
pat flannery
the princess turned to me and declared that I was too old to even be dreaming about her, let alone to bring any idea into the tactile. she was
Clifford Bestall
Princess, one word. so litle time. Time such a paradox, what am I writing? I dont know, just write, produce inspire become, destroy evolve. When does it end? It doesn’t or does it? So many qurestions in one singe word. So many questions and so many answers.
Obak
i dont know
msn
I am. In the sky. Love you. You’re the tres best on the Universe of the flow. Alow. Alow . Alow. mwah mwah mwah, kissess
ana
My daughter is a princess. She loves the dresses, the pink, the frills. More than that she loves the imagination, the stories and the daring rescues. I hope she finds her prince, but that it’s better than she ever imagined.
Pat
a pink dress and crowns, shes beautiful and everyone around her adores her. they want her, they want to be her. to obtain what she has, to be what she is, what she symbolizes. power and pride, to be at the very top of everything, through mommy and daddy.
miranda
…There were always those silly little fantasies about the abandoned, beautiful princess, stranded in the crimson pacific of her own despair. She would wait to be rescued by her dazzling prince of golden light and severed strings, and all would be well.
All would be well.
But then again, all /wouldn’t/ be well.
What about the others? Where are their happily-ever-afters? When the prince whisks the princess away to his faraway kingdom of sunshine and roses and all things beautiful, what happens to those who aren’t so beautiful, who aren’t so fortunate? Those who have the misfortune of being /not them/?
Unhappily forever after.
Balance. To appease the spoiled princess, the happiness has to come from somewhere.
And who better to take it from than from those wretched, wretched /leftovers/?
Nyx
Toadstool comes to mind. Also many a girl I know could be considered one. I like to think that I may one day play prince to a princess. Hopefully my efforts are not in vain.
Corey
my first dog ever was named princesa, which is spanish for princess. obviously. I loved her very much. she was white and clean and beautiful .. we had her for a long time and i dunno what happened but after she dies (7 years ) we have had a lot of dogs but none of them last.. SO MANY you have no idea like 20 dogs more and all little dogs.. i dont even know why.. little little dogs.
all of them either die, run away, or get sick, or something,,. I love princesses / my fave disney princess is the little mermaid.
brenda
You know when you play mario and you have to make your way through the whole castle to find your princess. you have to hurt all those men along the way. and throw bowzer into the lava. that a horrible way to go for anyone, is the princess really worth all that pain. well you do what you have to do to get your princess, i guess.
clare
certainly, i am not a ____, but i wouldn’t mind if i were. in my mind all _____es are cute, but i know that cant be true. darn you disney. darn you.
drew
princess.
princesses get what they want
a castle, wishes, fairies…
and a prince
the thing the rest of us can only wish for
night
after night
like if that’s all that mattered
because princes like those
dont come around easy
a.carmonaponce
the princess gazed from her balcony, treading her fingers across the stonework scratching at her elbow. a single strand of golden hair slipped from beneath her crown, brushing her royal cheekbone.
angelina
the little girl at the top of the hill
lived, though loosely (she did not feel
as though her austere existence could
be described as living would)
yes, her kingdom sprawled before
and her beautiful bed lay behind
but the princess was a sad little girl
lost in her castle, lost in her mind
chez
she was a dreamer, a princess
and my wicked words, my
dream castles built with
rainy days and quiet nights
my little worlds laced with
traceries of sound and breath
all the stories i’d tell her
and she never knew how hard i
was trying to break her little
dreaming
heart
chez
the princess was absolutely furious of her public image. she wasnt prissy, she wasnt inept – no, this princess was a freakin genius and she wanted people to know it. she loved people, more than she loved herself, but if they didnt respect her for who she was… well, then something was going to happen. she was going to see her father about this.
mike gottliebsen
I am a princess of office supplies. I run the staplers and I own the paper clips. My crown is made of scotch tape and my hair is littered with cardboard. My hands are cut from opening freight but my royal blood never spills. I am the princess of office supplies and I will never break under pressure
MAD
So sad, little princess. So strange and gray, so small and far away, like a portrait of a matron. I’ve never known such quiet eyes, and yours pierce me with their milky silence. Over what do you reign?
Katharine
The princess is kept in the tower, isolated from the world. The tower is her insecurity, holding her back from being who she is meant to be… break free and try.
nat
The little princess twirled around on her right toe. She saw the adults watching her in disapproval. Didn’t she know how to act in church? Of course she did. She acted like the royalty she believed herself to be. Princess Dolly. Heir to the throne, or at least to the pew.
Susan Wilkinson Lopez
if i were a princess i would demand world peace. i would order all of my troops to put down their arms and in turn force the warring factions to make peace with one another. it’s easy to command that kind of change when you are a princess. plus, i’d wear a kick ass tiara all of the time…
Kathleen
The princess was not lovely. But she was strong. The plainness upon her face just made her even more determined to someday rule the kingdom as a fair ruler might. This was before she fell in love with the fair prince though. They got married. But he became an unjust ruler.
Mariam.
spoiled little girl. will never know the real world. so pretty, yet so ugly inside. yet, we all want to be her. we dream of being the beautiful girl at the top of the tower. but all she wants is out.
Rachael
gowns, necklaces, jewels, glitter, maids, magic, ideas, dreams, diamonds. all material wealth, but is it really the princess?
Liza
Princess? Really? I’m sitting trying to deal with my dad finding out I’m transgendered (I loath that word right now) and I get princess? I guess I should be happy, thinking this is a sign that I could become Daddy’s little princess. This is the real world, that just doesn’t happen.
Kyle
me…always
styleosophy
Today I am so sad because my princes died. It would be too much for me to absorb all of what this means. And it would be too much for me to try to tell you what it means. All I know is that I miss her and I don’t understand why God took her home.
Renee
the princess longed for a different life one in which she wasn’t who she was, so prim and proper full of so many responsibilities never really getting to make decisions for herself, but in the end she became nothing less than a princess.
I AM the princess! Freaking hot princess. Deserving of everything and so pleased with all that I have. Everything I desire is mine and the world is GOOD!
fairy godmothers and the like
have nothing to do with the american debutante
spoiled children, mostly
The door slammed. She curled into a smaller ball somehow hoping he wouldn’t be drunk. Somehow hoping she would be invisible.
He was.
She wasn’t.
In the bathroom later she gingerly touched the side of her face. A deep bruise was already forming. She traced the outline of a hand she knew well.
A single tear slid down her swollen cheek. He’d called her Princess once.
She walks down the steps and knows we are all watching her intently. We try to remember to appear to take an interest in her face which is beautiful but no match for the outfit she is almost wearing.
The princess word is irksome.
I always used to use some form of the word “Princess” in screen names on websites when I was younger, and I liked pretending that I was in fact, some form of long lost princess, but not just any princess. Oh no. I was always some kind of mythical warrior princess – an elf, a vampire, a witch. Beautiful, intelligent, tough; it was nice pretending that I was actually good at anything.
sometimes I am one. this is not a bad thing. it is just a thing. I like things nice.
My pricess is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. She have the cute hair, takes a flower wherever she goes and have the most amusing legs! :)
The little rose red mouth pouted high enough for me to hang my bag on.
“What do you mean, I can’t get that doll?”
I sighed audibly. Whoever said that living as a princess babysitter was ever easy?
the king’s little one. She runs through the garden of roses. Without care or purpose. Where does she go?
princess is a word that describes someone of royal background. also know as a stuck up girl who wants whatever they ask for. money is usually thought of, or expensive things, when talking about princesses.
she was a grey little lady with a dogstick furniture hairdo what she wanted i dont know but it was clear from her demeanor that there was not much there. I realize she loved me but I don’t think very much of her looks; they’re nothing like what i desire in a girl thing.
the princess turned to me and declared that I was too old to even be dreaming about her, let alone to bring any idea into the tactile. she was
Princess, one word. so litle time. Time such a paradox, what am I writing? I dont know, just write, produce inspire become, destroy evolve. When does it end? It doesn’t or does it? So many qurestions in one singe word. So many questions and so many answers.
i dont know
I am. In the sky. Love you. You’re the tres best on the Universe of the flow. Alow. Alow . Alow. mwah mwah mwah, kissess
My daughter is a princess. She loves the dresses, the pink, the frills. More than that she loves the imagination, the stories and the daring rescues. I hope she finds her prince, but that it’s better than she ever imagined.
a pink dress and crowns, shes beautiful and everyone around her adores her. they want her, they want to be her. to obtain what she has, to be what she is, what she symbolizes. power and pride, to be at the very top of everything, through mommy and daddy.
…There were always those silly little fantasies about the abandoned, beautiful princess, stranded in the crimson pacific of her own despair. She would wait to be rescued by her dazzling prince of golden light and severed strings, and all would be well.
All would be well.
But then again, all /wouldn’t/ be well.
What about the others? Where are their happily-ever-afters? When the prince whisks the princess away to his faraway kingdom of sunshine and roses and all things beautiful, what happens to those who aren’t so beautiful, who aren’t so fortunate? Those who have the misfortune of being /not them/?
Unhappily forever after.
Balance. To appease the spoiled princess, the happiness has to come from somewhere.
And who better to take it from than from those wretched, wretched /leftovers/?
Toadstool comes to mind. Also many a girl I know could be considered one. I like to think that I may one day play prince to a princess. Hopefully my efforts are not in vain.
my first dog ever was named princesa, which is spanish for princess. obviously. I loved her very much. she was white and clean and beautiful .. we had her for a long time and i dunno what happened but after she dies (7 years ) we have had a lot of dogs but none of them last.. SO MANY you have no idea like 20 dogs more and all little dogs.. i dont even know why.. little little dogs.
all of them either die, run away, or get sick, or something,,. I love princesses / my fave disney princess is the little mermaid.
You know when you play mario and you have to make your way through the whole castle to find your princess. you have to hurt all those men along the way. and throw bowzer into the lava. that a horrible way to go for anyone, is the princess really worth all that pain. well you do what you have to do to get your princess, i guess.
certainly, i am not a ____, but i wouldn’t mind if i were. in my mind all _____es are cute, but i know that cant be true. darn you disney. darn you.
princess.
princesses get what they want
a castle, wishes, fairies…
and a prince
the thing the rest of us can only wish for
night
after night
like if that’s all that mattered
because princes like those
dont come around easy
the princess gazed from her balcony, treading her fingers across the stonework scratching at her elbow. a single strand of golden hair slipped from beneath her crown, brushing her royal cheekbone.
the little girl at the top of the hill
lived, though loosely (she did not feel
as though her austere existence could
be described as living would)
yes, her kingdom sprawled before
and her beautiful bed lay behind
but the princess was a sad little girl
lost in her castle, lost in her mind
she was a dreamer, a princess
and my wicked words, my
dream castles built with
rainy days and quiet nights
my little worlds laced with
traceries of sound and breath
all the stories i’d tell her
and she never knew how hard i
was trying to break her little
dreaming
heart
the princess was absolutely furious of her public image. she wasnt prissy, she wasnt inept – no, this princess was a freakin genius and she wanted people to know it. she loved people, more than she loved herself, but if they didnt respect her for who she was… well, then something was going to happen. she was going to see her father about this.
I am a princess of office supplies. I run the staplers and I own the paper clips. My crown is made of scotch tape and my hair is littered with cardboard. My hands are cut from opening freight but my royal blood never spills. I am the princess of office supplies and I will never break under pressure
So sad, little princess. So strange and gray, so small and far away, like a portrait of a matron. I’ve never known such quiet eyes, and yours pierce me with their milky silence. Over what do you reign?
The princess is kept in the tower, isolated from the world. The tower is her insecurity, holding her back from being who she is meant to be… break free and try.
The little princess twirled around on her right toe. She saw the adults watching her in disapproval. Didn’t she know how to act in church? Of course she did. She acted like the royalty she believed herself to be. Princess Dolly. Heir to the throne, or at least to the pew.
if i were a princess i would demand world peace. i would order all of my troops to put down their arms and in turn force the warring factions to make peace with one another. it’s easy to command that kind of change when you are a princess. plus, i’d wear a kick ass tiara all of the time…
The princess was not lovely. But she was strong. The plainness upon her face just made her even more determined to someday rule the kingdom as a fair ruler might. This was before she fell in love with the fair prince though. They got married. But he became an unjust ruler.
spoiled little girl. will never know the real world. so pretty, yet so ugly inside. yet, we all want to be her. we dream of being the beautiful girl at the top of the tower. but all she wants is out.
gowns, necklaces, jewels, glitter, maids, magic, ideas, dreams, diamonds. all material wealth, but is it really the princess?
Princess? Really? I’m sitting trying to deal with my dad finding out I’m transgendered (I loath that word right now) and I get princess? I guess I should be happy, thinking this is a sign that I could become Daddy’s little princess. This is the real world, that just doesn’t happen.
me…always
Today I am so sad because my princes died. It would be too much for me to absorb all of what this means. And it would be too much for me to try to tell you what it means. All I know is that I miss her and I don’t understand why God took her home.
the princess longed for a different life one in which she wasn’t who she was, so prim and proper full of so many responsibilities never really getting to make decisions for herself, but in the end she became nothing less than a princess.