The Gintub Princess
some more slam... (aloud is the best way to catch what little essence there may be)
There is a strange,
Unrealistic truth in every fairytale
I’ve ever heard.
Something that is so perfectly natural
So perfectly beautiful that no matter how
Impossible it seems,
I still believe it- if not always
Then, in my dreams,
Maybe it’s just that I want it
So bad, but I don’t think that’s right.
The problems each character encounters
The perfect resolve they fall into at the end
A strange, familiar longing
A certain peace within.
No matter how many dishes Cinderella sees
No matter how many beasts attack Beauty,
No matter whose house Hansel and Gretel end up in,
The end is always the same—
Everyone happy… the bad guy gone.
I know this thought is fictional
But so are many dreams
I want to feel that I am that Diamond in the Rough
I want to see my beast change into my Prince Charming.
I want to eat a candy house knowing that I’ll
Still get home in time for dinner.
I want to eat a poisoned apple and be
Brought back to life by my true love’s kiss
I want my prince to fight that evil purple
Dragon in the Disney movie so that the
Spell will be broken and we can rule
Our kingdom together after years of dreaming.
I want to be captured by something evil
Because I know I’ll get back with
Some reward I’ll never forget
And a long story I’ll always tell.
I want to be that fairytale that children hear every night.
They listen- they memorize- they care about the
Fairytales they hear…
I want to be dreamt about the way I
Dream about the tales I hear
I want to be remembered for the longest time,
Like I still remember Aunt Fanny and Wee Willy
Winkie and Sleeping Beauty.
I’ll be in books and on TV shows and
Have my own Disney movie named just for me:
The Gintub Princess.
There is a strange,
Unrealistic truth in every fairytale
I’ve ever heard.
Something that is so perfectly natural
So perfectly beautiful that no matter how
Impossible it seems,
I still believe it- if not always
Then, in my dreams,
Maybe it’s just that I want it
So bad, but I don’t think that’s right.
The problems each character encounters
The perfect resolve they fall into at the end
A strange, familiar longing
A certain peace within.
No matter how many dishes Cinderella sees
No matter how many beasts attack Beauty,
No matter whose house Hansel and Gretel end up in,
The end is always the same—
Everyone happy… the bad guy gone.
I know this thought is fictional
But so are many dreams
I want to feel that I am that Diamond in the Rough
I want to see my beast change into my Prince Charming.
I want to eat a candy house knowing that I’ll
Still get home in time for dinner.
I want to eat a poisoned apple and be
Brought back to life by my true love’s kiss
I want my prince to fight that evil purple
Dragon in the Disney movie so that the
Spell will be broken and we can rule
Our kingdom together after years of dreaming.
I want to be captured by something evil
Because I know I’ll get back with
Some reward I’ll never forget
And a long story I’ll always tell.
I want to be that fairytale that children hear every night.
They listen- they memorize- they care about the
Fairytales they hear…
I want to be dreamt about the way I
Dream about the tales I hear
I want to be remembered for the longest time,
Like I still remember Aunt Fanny and Wee Willy
Winkie and Sleeping Beauty.
I’ll be in books and on TV shows and
Have my own Disney movie named just for me:
The Gintub Princess.
posted by Aggie Mundy at 9:18 PM
3 Comments:
As we are only eighteen, I must assure you that there is much time to carve our own fairytale out of the often drab facets of life.
And rest assured-
If I ever get the feeling that the purple dragons of your life are keeping you captive, I will personally see to it that you are set free.
I really liked this one.
Ah, my own knight in shimmering armor.
Sorry, can't resist it:
Awwwww... ^_^
Wonderful words, and it certainly has a very nice extended rhythm when read aloud. It ebbs and flows beautifully on the tongue.
Non-technically: I certainly know how that wish feels, except I wish I were the dashing prince. But alas, that shall never come to pass as I am neither Caucasian or royalty. And anyway, the age of chivalry is long passed, and the average "Damsel in Distress" looks to P. Diddy or 50 Cent with their bling bling and unchivalrous automatic-guns-a-blazin'.
~ Teddy
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