A Different Kind of Princess

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I'm sorry I haven't posted on a while and for not continuing my Freedom story I assure you that I'm working on it and will probably be up in a week or so, but for now I decided to continue to post some poems I've been working on. I'm so proud of myself because this one isn't sad! It's actually one of my first times trying to write a happy/funny poem, so I hope you like it.

A Different Kind of Princess

I’m a different  kind of princess, in my head at least

I’m not the weak little flower

That would be locked in the tower

Waiting for the prince

I’d be so freaking bored up there

I’d probably manage to convince the dragon

To be my friend and then ride free

Fly over the prince

And ask if he needed a ride

Oh the look that would be on his face

Hehe (sucker)

I’m not the gentle soul raised as a servant

Forced to do chores and live in squalor

Going to the ball, marrying a guy I just met

No way

I’d get out of there

I’d run away

If I did last more than 5 minutes

I’d probably see the dresses and the scary food

And think I barely know this guy

Well I’m leaving

I got an episode of fairy tail waiting for me

I’m not a fierce warrior

Who could defeat an entire army

I could never climb a tree

Much less a pole with no handholds

I’d probably fall on my own sword

*sword in gut*

Enough said

 

I’m not a pretty mermaid

That would defy her father

For a guy i rescued

First of all if i’m going to defy my dad for a guy

It’s going to be for someone that I knew for more than two minutes

And I don’t think I’d want to stop being a mermaid

Because honestly being a mermaid sounds much more fun than being a human

I’m not a beautifully kind person

Whose huntsman would cut out my heart

Despite what people think I’m not always nice

I’m a bouncy ball of teen angst

My huntsman would be my buddy

So he wouldn’t kill me,

And i wouldn’t trust random ugly old witches

Or accept their nice gifts

Well…

Ok i’d take the presents

I’d go like FREE STUFF

Yay!!

Then I’d be dead

Also, I wouldn’t marry the guy who kissed me awake

Honestly kind of creepy that a guy I don’t know kissed my dead body

*shudder*

I’m not a selfless person who would climb a mountain for their sister

I’d probably leave her there

She was annoying anyways

I can't say I wouldn't fall for the cute prince

After all, I am a hopeless romantic

But I wouldn't accept marriage from him

I would probably fall for the ice miner who rescued me

As long as he’s cute of course

I’m not your typical princess

I’m not strong, brave, selfless, or incredibly kind

I do have some degree of common sense

Regardless of the amount

I’m also incredibly clumsy and spacey at times

Yet I like pretty and sparkly things

So stop defining me as a tom-boy or girly girl or anything like that

‘Well then who am i then’ you ask

Well..

I’m me

I’m Princess Skye spelt S-k-y-e

Voicemail to the Past

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Voicemail to the Past

Hello this is Skye I’m speaking to the me in the past

Yes I am you

I am speaking to you from the future

I’m going to give you some advice

And I want you to listen closely

Do not cry

Do not let our tears fall

Their appearance will bring our downfall

The end of our freedom

And the beginning of our torment

Only to end when someone had the mercy to let us play with them

Second thing, do not hesitate to dismiss those who have betrayed us

Do not give them a second chance

Or a third or a fourth

They will just abandon us

They are not the friends we made them out to be

Instead focus on those who are kind no matter their motive

For kindness is still a kindness

And a kindness requires guts

And guts mean that they will stand for their friends and family

If we become their friends we will not have to cry

Last thing do not let books become our only world

Let us embrace reality

Let books be entertainment

Not our only friends

Do not fall into the trap of belief that the world is based off of books

For it is the other way around

And as we both know the sequel is never as good as the original

Past self I hope that I follow my advice

Then we will be happier sooner

We will not have to wait such a long time to have friends

But if I do not follow my advice

Do not be scared because there is some that have stuck by us over the years

Our family, so if you do not follow the previous advice at least follow this piece 

Which is to value them and strengthen our relationship with them

But just think about this

Family is important and very valuable but, friends they are there by their choice

Not anyone else’s

ADHD Poem

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ADHD

It's plagued my life since I was born

Some call it ADHD

I want to call it a bad word 

A very very bad word

I'm aware that some have it worse

Some have other disabilities 

That are harder 

Yet.., 

The reactions are tough

There are different reactions to it 

Some are annoyed

Some shun me

But the reaction I hate the most

Is when they treat me like an airhead!

Like I can't do anything by myself 

Like I'm a toddler

Like a bomb about to explode

And maybe I am!

An airhead, a child, a bomb 

(I wonder if a bomb explodes just a small part or a really big part.... What was I talking about? Oh yeah.)

I don't want to be 

I don't want to be a child forever

I don't want to be distracted by everything 

I don't want to space out

I don't want to act on an impulse 

I want to grow

I want to learn

I want to be heard

DO YOU THINK I ASKED FOR THIS

THAT I CHOSE IT 

THAT I CHOSE to have to take meds everyday

THAT I CHOSE to see a shrink regularly 

THAT I CHOSE to have my troubles doubled

THAT I CHOSE to be part of a statistic

The statistics 

OH the statistics

Do you know the likelihood of an ADHD person to..

Kill themselves 

To take drugs

To get into car crashes

I don't want to be part of these statistics 

I don't plan to

But I keep thinking of the others 

The others like me

The others that don't understand 

those that can just forget about it

Those that can just go on with their lives 

Without thinking about it 

Well I can't stop thinking about it 

I just can't help wondering  

If my adhd is a part of me

Or just a feature 

Would I still be me without it 

Or would I be someone totally different 

The Swings

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The Swings

Each time she swings

The memories flood into her

Every sensation bringing it all back

The swinging motion brings back sweet memories

Of 3 friends

Of belonging

Of giggles. Laughter, screeches of joy

Of ignorance of what was to come

The creaking sound brings back the misery

Of one girl swinging alone

Of looking on at happiness

Of secret tears shed

Of music blasting

Of the naivety of a child’s true nature

A child's true nature

Is to scorn those that are different

To laugh at those that don’t belong

To ignore the outspoken

To abandon those who make a mistake

To crush the dreams of a little girl

Who was just trying to make it through

The height bringing back the walls

The walls of magic

The walls that opened

The walls that snapped back at the betrayal

The thrill of going as high as possible

No more feelings of inferiority
Of never living up to their expectations

They had no power over her

The power of freedom finally gained

The jolt of jumping off

The impact knocking her off her feet

Bringing her back to reality

That life is not quite like that anymore

She's not the same person

And she's much stronger

She has support now

She's no longer alone

The swings brought back memories

Beautiful and miserable memories

Yet they brought her comfort, and she depended on them

The one constant thing on every playground

But the little girl doesn't need them anymore

Uncertain

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Uncertain

I don't know who I am 

I don't know what I'll do

I don't know where to go 

My doors are opening 

But I'm not ready

I'm not ready to go

I still need Mom and Dad

I still need Mom to tuck me in

And sing me lullabies 

I still need Dad to take me on drives

When I'm upset 

I slam my doors shut 

Slide against them

Lean my head against them

Hoping it will stay there

I stay In my 5 year old state of mind

I stay in my disguise

I don't want to leave

I want to stay

The doors are opening

Slowly but surely 

I'm still not ready 

I resist furiously 

But they keep opening 

The light is flooding in

I hate it 

It's so different from what I expected 

To happen when I was ready

There was no glamour

No magic

I'm so behind

Everyone else is out

About and moving 

Already on their own 

And me, I'm still not ready 

The doors had opened 

I wasn't ready 

I didn't want to leave 

Now I'm behind

According to Some

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According to Some 

 

According to some 

I'm merely a sky without stars

Just a blacked out slate

Nothing there 

Not even air

Am I really?

Am I really nothing

No brightness bout me

No life

No feeling?

According to some 

I shine so bright 

That there's nothing  but light

Always constant

Never changing

Am I really just light

So much joy that I don't know darkness

I don't know pain

I don't know sadness

That I'm nothing more than a child