Hair like a black raven Face as white as snow The Queen asked the mirror, wishing she could know

The fairest in all the land Used to be her, her skin like sand Now her sweet step-daughter She was starting to love Pushed and shoved Her way up above

With a flip of a book She made up a plan Snow White couldn’t stay here She told the mirrored man

Snow White ran and trembled with fear As the trees with faces scared her so dear She held out her hand, brought the deer near Led to a house, approaching its rear

A small cottage nestled in forest She looked inside and saw nothing enormous Seven small dwarves kept her safe They invited her to stay at their place

They mined and dug all day While Snow White basked in the sun rays She came across a woman so scared And took her in, promising she’d be cared

One bite is all it took For the old woman to be off the hook She left Snow White lying on the floor Not bothering to close the door

Placed snug with a rose Snow White slept The dwarves cried and wept

One last goodbye Her prince gave her Then she arose and thanked him for his favor

Together at last The past is the past The queen sat aghast Snow White was here to stay The dwarves cried hooray

Once there was a beautiful girl with hair with curls like seashells and the color of beaten gold For one with so much promise she never grew to be very old For beauty and promise attract jealousy Which in itself has the power to be quite frightening to behold

So let us just get on with this famous story of old Our Goldilocks has been portrayed as selfish vain and coy But history is written only by the winners And those in power seldom share their current toy

As it happens I was once a fly on the wall In that dreaded domicile Where 3 great beasts did live their lives Out day to day And where our storied Goldilocks Ultimately came to die

Solid do I stand Borne from sky to land For the true kings hand To pull me free

And gather fine knights To serve and to fight For those without might From land to sea

Until dark befall Avalon and all They will heed the call And forge their way

To their long quests end For those they defend And the realm to mend Itself one day.

Mirror mirror On the wall Whose the sexiest Of them all

Who has the longest hair And the most kissable lips It’s not fair And the most beautiful hips

It’s hardly me Or my friends But her And her

Spare

Once upon a time There was a young princess. She had four older sisters. And 3 older brothers. Her name was Princess Annet As the youngest, no one cared where she goes Or what happens to her. Everyone thinks of her as the spare. With so many older siblings, Princess Annet was allowed to run Free. She rarely wore her hair Pinned up and tamed. Her hair was most often wild and free Or pinned up in a practical braid. She learned everything about being a princess And everything about being a knight, A warrior like her brothers. She learned how to fence, and How to ride a horse like a knight. She learned how to defend herself. The healers and apothecaries Taught her how to use the plants around her, Wherever she travelled, to sustain her and to Defend herself. She spent hours and days, wandering through The worlds found in books, In the universe of the castle library.

She learned from her brothers How dangerous wars and battles were. She learned from her sisters How mundane and sleepy slow Parties and teas, dinners and visits were. How to use such events, To observe one's enemies, to gather Information, to gather blackmail material. She learned how to combine Her battle skills with her blackmail skills. She hid a fencing foil in her umbrella, Daggers all over her, under her dress And inside her cloak pockets. She kept potions and tinctures With her daggers and knives. Poisons and Antidotes Decorated her fingers and wrists. Her corset protected her heart. She was ready for any adventure That came her way. She spent her days drawing her bow, Surprising her brothers. Galloping furiously on her horse, Sneakily observing people Over the rim of a tea cup. She was prepared for anything.

Princess Annet could often be found carrying daggers and potions, poisons and antidotes, and A long sword as tall as she. With her hair either flowing free or Practically held together in a braid. She was always up to something, Looking for an adventure, and Scaring the servants half to death. She learned how to be a proper princess. Like her sisters, well mannered, Very well read. She learned from her brothers How to defend herself, how to be observant. She learned how to heal Those who were sick, Poison the unjust. She learned how to be brave, how to be kind how to stand up for not just herself, But others too. She learned how to speak her mind. She learned how to navigate How to move through the many Different worlds she inhabited. More than anything she was always ready To have an adventure, to go on a quest, and To help any who needed it.

Most of the days while Princess Annet wanders Around the large world of the palace, She dresses as a princess. She always adds bits of comfort. She wears a comfortable coat That once belonged to her oldest brother. Warm and comfortable, distinguished. When she wandered around the universe, Contained in the endless library, She often made it a habit to keep her pockets stuffed with various Potions and Tinctures and elixirs, To heal, and to protect herself. She hid a stiletto and disguised it as an umbrella it was there, wandering around the universe, Contained in the endless library, She learned about the world outside the palace. She had her mind expanded, her eyes could see further To how big the world around her was. She didn't just read books, That took her on far off adventures. She studied mathematics, science, languages. Philosophy, history, economics, politics, And she read extensively on herbalism. Always in the back of her mind though, She never forgot that she wanted More than anything, To go on an adventure.

Princess Annet knew that she didn't just want to go on adventures. She also wanted to explore her city, Get to know the people who were not royals Or servants. She disguised herself and blended in, Exploring every nook and cranny Of the city. Disappearing like a shadow and Learning how to walk as quietly as a leaf. She made friends where ever she went. Shop owners and their children. Tea shop owners, librarians and blacksmiths, Children of all sorts. One day, while exploring the library She found a mysterious note Promising a most unusual quest. The promise of adventure, and Directions to a mysterious castle. She packed up her horse and Put on her suit of armor, Ready for any adventure or obstacle That she would face. She was finally going on an adventure! Seeing the world, all on her own. After years spent growing up on The exciting stories her brothers told, Sitting by the fire on a cold winter night and After reading about daring warriors In the pages of books found in the library, Princess Annet was finally going on An adventure of her own.

In all the adventures she had read, There were always lots of people Who went on the quests with the hero. She tried her best, to make friends. To find companions to help guide her. One night, while sitting alone by the light of her camp fire Three dwarves asked, "Fellow traveler could we share your camp?" From that night forward, those dwarves Shared in her adventure. The letter she had found Contained a map to an abandoned palace Where there was the promise of treasure. Her path led through dark caves, On through a sprawling forest, Through an abandoned garden maze and To the abandoned palace. When Princess Annet and the dwarves made it to the mouth of the caves, Princess Annet was thankful for the Friendship she had found in the three dwarves. They guided her through the midnight black caves. They travelled through with Lanterns to light their way Through the pitch black darkness. The darkness didn't scare Princess Annet, Much to the surprise of the dwarves. The light of the lanterns Bounced off the sparkling crystals. The bouncing of the light and The light of the lanterns soon Guided Princess Annet and the dwarves Safely through the midnight black caves.

On the other side of the caves, Princess Annet and the dwarves were faced With a large and rambling forest. Many of the forests Princess Annet had read about Were foreboding, dark and dangerous. This forest however, Was merely old and quiet and comforting. A place to go travel through, When going on adventures. It was in this forest that Princess Annet met A surprising best friend. A huge bull elk approached her. He made friends with her and the three dwarves. He offered to take them through the forest. When Princess Annet told him of where their destination was The bull elk said he knew of the abandoned palace. The elk took Princess Annet and the dwarves, Carrying them all on his back. The journey was swift, The trees flashing by in a blur of green. All too soon, the trees thinned out. The castle soon came into view. On the entrance to the castle gate, Princess Annet found attached a letter, A poem that would guide her through The maze that was The abandoned castle. She walked through the gate and Into the overgrown and abandoned garden. Through the wild forest grounds and Into the ancient castle.

The house was a maze, The letter guided her through the Labyrinthine hallways. Items had been tagged "Drink me", "Eat me", "Turn left", "Go right". The directions led her to the Grandest library she had ever seen. The three dwarves with her were able to help guide her through the cave like hallways. The treasure she had sought, The treasure that she had been guided to Turned out not to be gold or jewels, Much to the surprise of the dwarves, But the books that she loved so much. Thousands of books, Rows upon rows of bookshelves. Leather bound books, metal books, Thick books, Thin books, Books of all shapes and sizes. For the dwarves with her, They were surprised that these Were the things Princess Annet Thought of as treasures. They were excited and intrigued To discover what treasures Princess Annet discovered. Where her discoveries led her next.

I want to be a real boy To feel a warmth in these palms As my hands destroy Ravaging, wrecking, devoid of calm I want to be a real boy

I am telling lies by day And I know you’re fooled too With your slack jaw face, nothing to say The only thing I’ve said that was ever true “I want to be a real boy”

I lied to her. By nature I'm the only one who tells the truth. That's the first thing anyone ever says about me, But I lied to her because I'm very easy to break and she has a temper. It didn't come naturally at first, I won't have you thinking poorly of me, Image, in my case, really is everything. Lies stick in my throat like a little shard of me is breaking away, But she asked me every single day, The same vanity, the same sacharine rhyme,
And after awhpe, I quite enjoyed looking directly back at her with her own eyes and lying through my teeth. You should try it sometime, But only with someone vain, Otherwise it's only cruelty, which is an ugly color on anyone. "Who is the fairest of them all?" It's a non-starter of a question, And the lie rolled out of me as easily as slipping out of ill-fitting shoes. I was almost proud of myself. Then, of course, you know, I met the other one, And in the presence of beauty, no one can lie. Actual beauty, understand? I've become the expert in perfectly-shaped eyes and flawless skin, it bores me. Beauty, the real one, starts as a glow deep within, Unshakable aliveness, freedom from the world's petty tyrannies, content to walk in light and shadow alike, And, everywhere, to shine. This kind of beauty, the other one, has flowers springing up in her footsteps, Because she is entirely herself.
I've been toying with when to tell. I have a mean streak, don't let anyone tell you I don't. When in the presence of beauty, even the most delicious lie turns sour, But a little showmanship never killed anyone, So I've been waiting for the right moment. Today, I think, When that cold matron with the small eyes and smaller heart asks me, I'll smile her own glacial smile, And give her the truth.

It’s a classic teen film but like…

Kind of sick of this trash Wearing a bloodied sash Yelling kick me bite me Please just leave me be Need some peace Your insults don’t cease

Well how would you like it If drama was tightly knit Round you, life’s not worth living Let’s let the telephone ring Wouldn’t be for me, clearly not Seen as my reputations rot

Kicking an untouchable thing now I know everything About fucking old you You come in right on cue But I’ll make you pay, you’ll see Your drama can’t get enough of me

So now I’ll never let you go Yes I will stoop this low Take you down with me You did this to us now we’ll never be free

I only got my brightest hours Then I'm going down. Pray my glass heels don't shatter When its time to skip town.

We move through the crowd. Take my hands in yours. You say I'm the prettiest. I've say I've heard it before.

The birdsong speaks to me. In the aftermath. In the house turned prison. In the blue mornings. In the wake after the best dream I've ever had.

I had to go. Maybe its just not meant to be. Other people can do it, just not me. I should just wait for the next life Because I can't ever go back to you.

It was nice to meet you. Exciting to see you. I miss the glamour and the rage But none of that compares to you. It was nice to meet you.

I grew up inside magazines, Skinny little skeletons Dance inside my head, Brilliant golden silks ensnaring bodies so unfed.

They were beautiful angelfish, Slicing through green water with Angular rib cages. And there was me, A bloated mess of fat. A whale sort of fish.

I sold my ugly tail, blubber for Beauty. A shiny pair of thin Little legs. A slender figure Garmenting a menagerie of scales and fins.

I sold my voice to the devil, Delicate glass dolls have no throats To speak. I was a silent sculpture, Fed venomous words I recited by rote.

Now I look back at my childish tail, A chubby little thing that could be Happy with food in her stomach. A beautiful whale of a girl is somewhere, lost at sea.