I used to be just like Cinderella
I had my very own Charming fella;
But now, I am just a damsel in distress
Since when was my fairytale playing in reverse?
Aren’t his eyes simply mesmerizing?
And his teeth pearly white?
How could I let myself lose him
Without the luxury of a fight?
My ...
Tap, tap, tapping, on my keys
You play a colloquial melody
You dictate to me
To set your malediction free
They advocate my retreat
Because of your eloquent democracy
And now I see
Only a benediction could relieve me...
You say that you've found me so why am I lost?
You say I'm amazing; that's something I'm not
Why is it I'm laughing and crying at once?
You taunt me, to please me; is it you I should trust?
My existence is both a blessing and curse.
Some say fly to death because livin...
Oh love, my sweet, sweet love,
You leave my heart in a bind
When you remind me
What a doll I am
A doll without a mind
Just some decor on a shelf
With nothing to anticipate
But your attitude unrefined
And darling, mi amo,
Don’t forget the way I dote on you
Your robe awaits
Your tea is ...
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It’s my first year
I’m starting on a clean slate
I’ve already goofed up:
On the third day I’m late
New friends, old friends
As one in the lunchroom
Oh no, one moved away
Far too soon
What work? Homework?
Never heard of it before
And when I ask for less
I get more
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The lone wolf prowls among the forest
Searching for a place to sleep beneath the stars
It slowly makes its way around the tall oak trees
And stops to view the rounded object above the ground—the planet Mars
As it trots along the brown dirt road
Atop the sleeping clans of red ant...
Before I begin this story, I must inform you that “The worst day ever” is possible, and you should never underestimate the power of chance. With that, I may now continue my story of “The worst day ever.”
The warm milk, choclate chip cookies, and English textbook my mother had handed me wh...
“Wolfgang! Could you do me a favor?”
Wolf groaned as he finished cleaning the last dish. His father had already asked him to do a few favors today—“pluck the weeds from the front lawn,” then, “help your brother with his homework. I don’t care if you haven’t started your own yet!...