Today I thought I’d share one of my favorite little poetry pieces I’ve written about princesses and other fairy tale creatures. I don’t generally write poetry as I don’t have a huge interest in it, but I did like this one.
It’s called “The Imaginary Court,” and it’s from a little ashcan book…
This is a really interesting twist on fairy tales and it has some great illustrations.
HOW DO PEOPLE FALL ASLEEP SO FAST I DON’T UNDERSTAND I HAVE TO CREATE AND ACT OUT A WHOLE FUCKING MOVIE LENGTH STORY IN MY HEAD AND THEN CONTEMPLATE THE MEANING OF LIFE BEFORE I EVEN FEEL TIRED AND THIS BITCH STARTS SNORING IN TWO MINUTES
"I’m not married, I frequently use my debit card to buy things that cost less than three dollars, and my bedroom is so untidy it looks like vandals ransacked the Anthropologie sale section. I’m kind of a mess."
I moved back to hell, I mean home, today. It sucks and I miss my boyfriend and my mom’s all “this week is spring cleaning!” even though I already did that at my old apartment. There’s nothing to do here. If you’re hungry past like 10 pm, you’re just SOL. Uggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Every time I see Elizabeth i’s signature I get absurdly happy cause I just imagine her signing her name and doing a little twirly and then pausing and then adding a few more twirlies “your majesty perhaps thats enough twirls” suggests William Cecil “perhaps Im the motherfuckin queen” suggests elizabeth and adds 6 more