Time's Challenge
The Prince and the Princess can't be together because of their age,
a timeless tale told over many a page.
Its hard to say,
as the passing of night and day,
whether they'll ever have their way.
So many twists,
so many turns,
so many intricate rules they must follow.
Will their love for one another continue to burn,
despite the passing of a year or two?
Or will time prove to be too much of a challenge,
for our wayward lovers?
Falling In Love
Somebody once told me
that nothing was impossible.
What about falling in love?
Unlikely, Doubtful, Improbable.
According to most, anyway.
That's what they say,
out in the halls -
there is someone
for everyone
...
What if, though?
What if your someone is so far away
that when your night is here
they're still on their day?
What if your someone is so hard to find
that when you're preparing to give up
they're just making up their mind?
. . .
The possibilities are endless,
the risks are high.
The dice has yet to fall,
and the chances are on the fly.
The question is -
Why?
The Prince and The Pauper
A prince sits high
upon his throne.
Emotionless,
empty as stone.
A pauper stands by her friends
out in the streets, having fun.
Emotion-filled,
bright as the sun.
The prince knows naught
of how the pauper feels about him,
The pauper was taught,
the prince doesn't go about on a whim.
So, what kind of fairytale
has seemingly no happy ending?
The prince and the pauper,
one careless, the other defending,
one trying so hard,
the other relentless.
The prince, a god amongst his people,
is so oblivious.
The pauper, a friend amongst others,
is so obvious.
And to those who know them both,
they seem to be a perfect match.
To one another, though,
nothing seems to be there.
Emotionless, empty, like the air.
What is to become,
of these two?
The prince, and the pauper?
They music they play,
the lives they live,
day by day,
seems to go on just fine,
one without the other,
no one saying 'you're mine'.
Some fairytale.
Beauty and The Beast - My Take On It
Beauty was generous and kind,
The Beast was difficult and blind.
Together they were seen as cute,
Apart they were mute.
Beauty didn't know what to say,
The Beast never let her have her way.
Everyone was for them,
They were against them.
She wanted everything,
He wanted nothing.
She wanted to hope,
He wouldn't cope.
She tried to prove herself to him,
He didn't notice her.
She wouldn't give up,
He wouldn't give in.
No matter what she did,
No matter what they said,
All she hid,
was the price she paid
The Beauty who loved The Beast.
Cinderella - My Take On It
Cinderella was looking for her prince charming,
Prince Charming wasn't for harming
his sweet Cinderella.
She had a dress,
He was in distress,
She had the shoes,
He couldn't choose.
Cinderella believed that he didn't love her,
Prince Charming did love another,
but could never stop loving
his sweet Cinderella.
She had no plan,
He had no more time on hand,
She thought she didn't have a chance,
He had trouble chosing only one romance.
Cinderella loved her Prince Charming,
Prine Charming loved his Cinderella.
The pair whose fate,
was held in the hands of time,
The pair whose date,
would end at midnight.
Princesses
Princesses are pretty,
Princesses are preppy.
Princesses grew up in the city.
Princesses just ain't me.
I'm in the band.
I sit in the stands.
They're the cheerleaders.
They stay away from the bleachers.
Princesses wear fancy dresses
and brand-name outfits.
I don't do dresses,
because I'm one of the misfits.
I'm not pretty.
I'm not preppy.
They're the ones who win guys' hearts.
They're the ones who rip ours apart.
Princesses turn up their noses
and strike stupid poses.
I'm just trying to be me.
Can't you all see?
Princesses just ain't me.
LOUD
Winners never quit
and quitters never win.
But in this life of banter and wit
never give up, never give in.
Stuck-ups and snot-faces
are the only real losers in life.
They act as if they can keep up the paces,
when all they do is cause strife.
Show-offs are indeed talented,
but with great talent comes great responsibility.
You'll end up demented,
by wasting your ability.
It's easy to up-stage someone.
It's easy to put someone down.
It'll be funny,
when you come undone.
It's hard to be loud.
It's hard to be a leader.
It's hard to be proud.
It's hard to be a crowd-pleaser.
But I'll try.
I'll keep on trying.
Til the day I die,
I'll keep on trying.
To prove to you,
To prove to everyone,
That is not what you can do,
but it's who you are,
what you want to become.
And, do you know what I want to become?
Loud and proud,
to the very end.
But, I don't want to change entirely.
I can contend
with my current demons well.
But the future?
That's something even I can't tell.
Brass
The sound of high silver,
mixing and flowing alongside low gold.
The music makes you shiver,
telling you of the secrets untold.
The striking stacatto of the brass,
contrasts with the legato of the low.
The lovely notes casts a spell upon the mass,
making your heart flow.
If only life and romance,
was as simple as the intricate dance,
the contest held between
the low and the brass.
Telling
The secret wishs of our hearts
long to be freed of their chains.
They wish to be a part
of our aches and pains,
as well as our hopes and dreams.
Telling that special someone
that you love them,
that you want to scream
their name to the high heavens,
is as difficult as getting those lucky sevens.
Telling that special someone,
is one heck of a chance.
You could lose everything with three simple words,
or gain your greatest romance.
All it takes is three simple words,
to tell that special someone it's true.
All you've gotta say is -
I love you.
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