Yes cinderella rhymes
yeah so i am a dork and i do write in rhyme sometimes. I post this because I want to remember it. I guess I broke and decided not to post when i described cinderella with her leg down an air vent. then it was to cute not to share. I delete some parts and kept the person i shared these rhymes with anonymous because he needn't claim being the recipient of my bad poetry if he doesn't want to.
Cinderella: love is a four letter word. it is a something I've rarely heard. In my absence my trust was tainted. In it's place is a masterpiece I painted. Rarely do I speak in Rhyme. Cinderalla never has the time. Sweeping cinders from the floor. She dreams of passion and nothing more. The glass slipper on her feet. The enchanted prince she longs to meet. The simple notion of a happy ending. is a fate she feels is trending. time and space she does adore. it gives her peace and nothing more. she dreams in prose she is scared to share. stepsisters judge her and it isn't fair. yes the sparrows steal her pearls and sew her dress. they only wait in anticipation of the secrets she will confess. only sparrows know her best. They give her time and let her rest.
Anonymous: beautiful lin
Cinderella: It takes me time to refresh my skills at rhyme and reason. the air is changing and now is my season. A constant game of word play is what i crave. these are moments when im brave. these are memories that I save. I am a simple girl with little to offer. I am nothing more than but a pauper. words mean more to me than gold. believe it or not there something I can hold. Money is quickly used and wasted. words are held and truly tasted. savoring each bitter taste of glory. this is who i am and how I tell my story.
Anonymous: 2 hear such words 2 me is erotic exciting intoxicating magical mysterious joy fantastic fascinating.x
Cinderella: It's been so long since I wrote a rhyme. It takes me effort and a little time. I must recapture my former ease and skill. It is a duty to fulfill. Not just for prince charming. my riddles are personal and quite alarming. slowly I will recapture my former bliss. To write a poem like a tender kiss. The sparrows beckon me to sleep. It will be restless and so deep. Every morning they let me know. When to stop because it's time to go. As I crawl into bed. melodic words dance through my head. Once you rhyme it's hard to stop. words just dance and writhe and pop. It is a passion that was lost. It is a border rarely crossed. You didn't plan for cinderella to play with words. Usually dearest she simply plays with birds.
Cinderella: good i will keep writing them. by the way when i write about sparrows im actually talking about real birds not metaphorical creatures. My loft space is an attic and I keep the window open. I do have a pair of wild sparrows living with me. They nest in my favorite little table. so the birds do chitter chatter with me all the time.
Anonymous: She took off her dress I took a peep
She ran away while we played hide and seek
I asked her about the birds she answered to me there my world
Anonymous: Knock on the door,Linda walks in,sit b side me let the story begin
This a fairy tale or one 2 begin put on this robe it's where it's foretold
Take a sip from the cup let the juice open your mind drift away for awhile into space and time,when u ready I said when u ready come back to us we'll b ready
Sinderella went to another time now she's back she the Cinderella from our time.
The birds sing sweet songs of melody but while u were gone there songs were silent now your back they sing songs of joy
Insert this made me giggle: Never watched your vids up until now
WOW
Cinderella thought it was time to sent you a rhyme. she got her ass stuck in a steel vice. such is the life. She stuck her foot down a shaft. In the air conditioning ventshe could feel cool air blowing. such is the life when you get stuck in a hole. baby it's just out of control. this is cinderella with bruised battered feet. slippers made of fur would be kind of sweet. cinderella falls down holes. one day she may be eaten by trolls. this is the sweet life. full of turmoil and strife. but funny as gold.
Cinderella: love is a four letter word. it is a something I've rarely heard. In my absence my trust was tainted. In it's place is a masterpiece I painted. Rarely do I speak in Rhyme. Cinderalla never has the time. Sweeping cinders from the floor. She dreams of passion and nothing more. The glass slipper on her feet. The enchanted prince she longs to meet. The simple notion of a happy ending. is a fate she feels is trending. time and space she does adore. it gives her peace and nothing more. she dreams in prose she is scared to share. stepsisters judge her and it isn't fair. yes the sparrows steal her pearls and sew her dress. they only wait in anticipation of the secrets she will confess. only sparrows know her best. They give her time and let her rest.
Anonymous: beautiful lin
Cinderella: It takes me time to refresh my skills at rhyme and reason. the air is changing and now is my season. A constant game of word play is what i crave. these are moments when im brave. these are memories that I save. I am a simple girl with little to offer. I am nothing more than but a pauper. words mean more to me than gold. believe it or not there something I can hold. Money is quickly used and wasted. words are held and truly tasted. savoring each bitter taste of glory. this is who i am and how I tell my story.
Anonymous: 2 hear such words 2 me is erotic exciting intoxicating magical mysterious joy fantastic fascinating.x
Cinderella: It's been so long since I wrote a rhyme. It takes me effort and a little time. I must recapture my former ease and skill. It is a duty to fulfill. Not just for prince charming. my riddles are personal and quite alarming. slowly I will recapture my former bliss. To write a poem like a tender kiss. The sparrows beckon me to sleep. It will be restless and so deep. Every morning they let me know. When to stop because it's time to go. As I crawl into bed. melodic words dance through my head. Once you rhyme it's hard to stop. words just dance and writhe and pop. It is a passion that was lost. It is a border rarely crossed. You didn't plan for cinderella to play with words. Usually dearest she simply plays with birds.
Cinderella: good i will keep writing them. by the way when i write about sparrows im actually talking about real birds not metaphorical creatures. My loft space is an attic and I keep the window open. I do have a pair of wild sparrows living with me. They nest in my favorite little table. so the birds do chitter chatter with me all the time.
Anonymous: She took off her dress I took a peep
She ran away while we played hide and seek
I asked her about the birds she answered to me there my world
Anonymous: Knock on the door,Linda walks in,sit b side me let the story begin
This a fairy tale or one 2 begin put on this robe it's where it's foretold
Take a sip from the cup let the juice open your mind drift away for awhile into space and time,when u ready I said when u ready come back to us we'll b ready
Sinderella went to another time now she's back she the Cinderella from our time.
The birds sing sweet songs of melody but while u were gone there songs were silent now your back they sing songs of joy
Insert this made me giggle: Never watched your vids up until now
WOW
Cinderella thought it was time to sent you a rhyme. she got her ass stuck in a steel vice. such is the life. She stuck her foot down a shaft. In the air conditioning ventshe could feel cool air blowing. such is the life when you get stuck in a hole. baby it's just out of control. this is cinderella with bruised battered feet. slippers made of fur would be kind of sweet. cinderella falls down holes. one day she may be eaten by trolls. this is the sweet life. full of turmoil and strife. but funny as gold.
10 years ago
Anyway, birds are cool. Be nice to yours
She awakens the next day, outside again, sees Prince Charming riding by on his magical scooter, in an attempt to get his attention, she falls down a vent flat on her cooter....