Princessprt's Poems

  Dress me up Put me down Never Stand up Because of you My mind went in the dark  My mouth began stumbling for words I could think but couldnt form I lost my voice and my choice I hate you but i love you. Your toxic and its hurting  Im Scared to Visit you because Im dont wanna get hurt I know for a fact that if i come by You’ll lecture me and put me in the dirt Backhanded compliments and stabbing in the back Why are you a snake because it isnt right You broke down my walls and my cofidence You spread rumors that hurt more then others Were all the “I Loves You” JUST A LIE? Why are my dreams better than my life? Why does the truth hurt along with all the lies I know that you dont care for me Dont lie to my face because Its clear to see You don’t care and you realized to late You burned all your bridges I Love you even though you always hurt me inside I want to visit but at the same time I do not because Every single time I hear your rumors that you like to tell I hear your ...

  In the mirror what do i see? Painted by words in my memories. Insults tattooed across my skin as their meanings set in. The pain with spoken having been repressed. Why am i always filled with sadness or anger? In the darkness it sits and waits a foe i’ve always known.  Demons of my own. Strings i thought i snapped turned out to still be attached. The Mask i’ve always worn is slowly cracking as the heart is torn. I forgot long ago about the veil, Honestly i should have just bailed. Forced connection that caused more harm then what was promised. Every pain and cut, missed as it gets repressed.  Why did i just notice? It seems i need assistance but i dont know how. Am i lying to myself and others? Am i just puting on a show? Am i pretending just to be the center of attention or was i never one at all? Were my emotions and feelings valid or were they just vengeance wanting to strike? Why were my emotions attacked? My feelings denied of what they truely meant? I tried to esc...

was there even a point in all this or should i have quit a long time ago? why are you lying to yourself. You have listened to their tales and write thy stories of your own accord. why bother their not going to listen they never have and they never will if i was even decent at anything I’d kno.   Quite the tale isnt it take ahold of the pen of your story and rite your own path and let them no longer take control. If they can not apperciate what your strenghs are them let thy true self show that thy weakness is Thy TRUEST STRENGH  Let them realize that not only is the pen mightier than the sword by thoose who wield it but thy blade of truth is one that karma wields! Let them realize that the Reality they see and the dreams that they hold can easily become their Truest Nightmare! Guess we’re quite the dreamer then ey. Alright then we have a deal I am Thou Thou art I. Mad Hatter Rise from the madness of one’s mind and show them the truth of insanity! Let us begin the Fable’s end w...

  Once upon a hallows eve Reality Slips Through the Streams Fabrics of Space and time Fictional worlds Combine to create a horror never seen Stories Told legends rewind to the fable of shadows  The Darkest night has now arrived and The monsters that go bump in the night. Run or fight! Try to survive!

  The Beginning of the Story and the End of the Journey Adventure of many both new and old how many remain untold? Rolling dice and Heavy Price what will remain at the end of the day. Party of Love that blooms many ways. Sooner or later everyone pays Happily Ever after never lasting forever dashing Life with ages many, Colorful character plenty, Memories fade over time Twisting truth word by word with History made of lies Goals intertwine as we draw the line. Goodbyes have finalized Winds Howling for thoose we lost. Rain pouring for the Crying skies. Lightning Stikes as the Thunder Roars our rage. Why must it be over we are not done. The war is far from over but seems this battle has been won. Twisting paths that intertwine making our goals aline. Rolling Dice Deciding Fate . Maybe it is to late. I cant help but wonder who has won.because this is it. This is where the story leaves off now you know the journey that has lead us to this moment. Who will win? During our Story of Advent...

  The Journey of the story is filled with many things. Its filled with Characters of many colors. Happiness and sorrow.Anger and peace. Kindness and regert. Every Story has a begining just as every journey has its end. But is it truely just that?Just because a story ends does not mean it is over. Every story has its branches and as time goes on the true branch is hiden among many other branches some stem from the root of the branch others spring from that branch.  Friends coming and going each lasting a different amount of time before they must move on.

  A Comic with a bunch of colors begin to flip showing multiple images but their not the same after a few secounds the screens starts staticing and starts showing the flim running annimation as suddenly it begins to show nothing but blacked out film running and after a minute it blacks out. A shouted sorry from the back is heard as the film begins to start. A Person is standing at the beach, it’s a child whose starting straight ahead.This child is surrounded by dreams and wonders The child takes a step and suddenly they are a teenager. This teenager’s days have gone darker. Their dreams darker as their world is not filled with as many wonders but also filled with schools and different worries. The teenager takes a step and suddenly they are an adult some of their dreams have blacked out, some are still darkened while others are returning or are the same color as when they are a child.The next step and suddenly they adult is Stepehen Hilburg surrounded by Spongebob squarepants as a ...

  Would you like to know a secert? In the end all we are all a story. Thats all we are Stories. Stories of adventure, Puzzles, Love, Drama, action and so much more. Always act as though the eyes of the world are watching you, because no matter how dark it gets or how much you think no one is watching, someone always is. Try to make decisions you wont regert. There is something I would like to tell you. Even the bad guys have a reason for doing something. Sometimes Action isnt the right way to do things because other times talking could solve the problem if not atleast try. Because There is a Choice to Talk or to fight. Talking could save more then fighting could. Fighting is a common choice, because people prefer action over talking. I wonder how many lives could be saved if people just talked more, if people were just kind. However the thing about the world is that it isnt a fairy tale. Its unfair and cruel and in a creatures survival, because of this would it not make more sense ...

  Have you ever had a box? What did you do with the box?  Have you ever had a cardboard box? Did you turn it into a time machine so you could walk through time so you could choose when in time you wanted to go and where you wanted to wind up? Did you turn it into a kingdom that you built by hand so you could choose how to rule it? Did you turn it into a Boat so you could ride the waters of any place you wished and sail off into the sun set? Did you turn it into a Helicopter or a Plane so you could fly to any height you wished and to any place you pleased? Did you turn it into a Rocket to blast of into space to explore the universe and travel the galaxy, discovering life and adventure? Did you turn it into a house where you lived a happy life that you had the choose of choicing? Did you turn it into a business that you enjoyed to run? Did you turn it into a car to race to victory? Did you turn it into a carriage to show up to a ball? Did you turn it into a costume so you could ...

  In my head, Here i go again. Why can`t you see, What i see. Everythings going downhill, I feel ill. Why Do these Words echo what was said long ago. I don`t know any more. IS my Dream reachable. Is it even my Dream. Is it something i wanna do. Why don`t I know. Why did i think, I wouldn`t live long. Kept being pushed around. Why doesn`t she see, how bad she hurts me. Thoose small coments still on my skin. Even though i forgave why can`t i forget. Am i broken beyond repair. Things i loved to do, i slowly start to hate, no clue why. So i guess i`ll keep marching on. Even though it feels like i`m loosing. It feels like i`ve given up. It feels like i`m a rock fighting to float but slowly drowning in this world. So what do i do? I don`t have a clue. Use to loose myself to ignore the pain,to fight depression. I guess i`m not winning today. Keep tryingto fight but its not working. I can`t understand my own emotions.I feel so broke, which way do i go? My past was so bright, then went out ...

What do you do? When your shinning knight stole your heart and ran away? What do you do? When your guardian destroys everything? What do you do? When it's all over and gone? What do you do? When the sky's cry your tears? What do you do? When heart broke howls ring through the skies? What do you do? When betrayal hurts? What do you do? When your life has been a lie? What do you do when the "I love you" dies? What do you do when your heart is broken? What do you do when you can't help but lie? What do you do when you say your ok? What do you do when mercy dies? What do you do when you hold off vengeance? What do you do when reality shatters? Patter of rain of a thousand years to wash away the pain of a back stabber's words. Winds of howling rage to block all sound so only truth rings out. What do you do when you want it all to die out? What do you do when you consider the edge? What do you do when it feels like it all is over? What do you do when your emotions c...

Wars can be won by the sound of a voice Words of peace and truth Blood on shields can be washed away but yet the souls it belongs to will forever haunt those that took them away Rivers of tears will flow free as the skies will cry for the fallen and weep for those that survived. Winners often decide who is right and who is wrong but yet are they truly winners if they have lost as well.  How many will die before the break of dawn sun How many will suffer before they find release How many lives will be taken before the blink of an eye How many fight just to die How long until the end How many battles till the wars final end How many times must this cycle repeat How many times has talking been the key How many times has ignorance been the lock 

I don't know what's wrong with me and I hate it. In my head in my mind way to many sides with stuff to say. Am I real am I me, what the hell am I supposed to be. I've lost my way. Long ago when I was me when I was happy and there was peace then life became hell where war constantly dwelled and fights fought every day. Shut my mind shit it down kick the words right out but I'm not me. I shouldn't have survived I was supposed to die and leave earth long before this time. Why does the clock keep ticking down the hours and days to the point of end. I have so much left to do but my mind won't give me piece each sides a shard of who I once was and she can't be replaced. He doesn't see what I do when the shard at war focus on the game or be in pain. The clock ticks down final hour isn't now, just be brave but truth is it's just a face in the crowd as it's cracking down to shatter apart, I'm sorry broken heart, I wish I was me, I wish I could fee...

Dreams crashing to the ground  No one'll hear a sound of your cries and screams As your future fades away to a life So dull and gray with out a spark of light You won't shine that bright or glimmer like the stars above Forgotten dreams hurt a ton but right now I'm having fun  Reality has come around  So plant your feet on the ground You won't make it in this town You stand alone with no friends cause they'll meet their end Your life's been upside down Truth weighs a million pounds Drown in my melodies as nightmares twist from your sweet dreams Now your another face that I see as your no one without you're dreams Down the river you float away as your dreams have decayed With no hope in sight, I killed your dreams tonight~