Cinderella 's Ramblings
Tonight I am Cinderella
And my roommate is my fairy godmother
I bathed in scented soap given to me by my bestfriend
My roommate curls my hair
I struggle with what to wear
Most of my clothes make me look fat
I settle for a safe outfit
My roommate accentuates my blah outfit
I put on make up and cologne
I wear my nice shoes
I'm all set
My friends pick me up
We all go to the party
I look nice, some friends tell me
I thank my roommate in my head
The dancing begins
I try the two step and the polka
I'm not very good at it
Played the frisbee tortilla
Almost won but not quite
Talked to people
Danced some more
And time flies
Now it's time to leave
And I must say goodnight to a dream
Until the next time when I will be Cinderella again
But unlike her, I came home with my shoe
And no prince's heart in tow.
-Ramblings. Not quite a silly rhyme, not even a poem. Just ramblings.
poem by Mavreen Rose
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Cinderella
Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
song performed by by America
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A Child Is Born: From Far
there was a TV commercial
about saving a child
from a miserable deadly fate.
as soon as thecommercial popped up,
I asked my roommate:
why you do not help
with a dollar or two to save
that child?
look at her,
she is a beautiful child!
-there is no ugliness in a child, just look close. The ugly part is when one remembers oneself as one looks at a child.-
My roommate
became angry and agitated
when he saw an African, Latino, or Asian starving child
he always say:
''let them die
you can not help them,
just wait, they will grow up and
will kill each other anyway.
let them die,
it is a waste.''
poem by Atef Ayadi
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It's Quite Simple
It's quite simple.
If you can not choose to respect me,
As an invited quest...
Within the confines of my home,
What makes you think...
I would open up my peaceful place,
To share space with you...
As a roommate!
And you will be free to come and go,
Doing as you please and I have no say so.
And you suggest I honor your request...
To leave you and 'unintroduced' unknowns alone!
Within the walls of my home?
My home is valued with a peace I condone.
Here is no clubhouse.
Where members pay monthly dues,
And free to roam.
It's quite simple.
If you can not choose to respect me,
As an invited quest...
Within the confines of my home,
What makes you think...
I would open up my peaceful place,
To share space with you...
As a roommate to occupy my throne.
And I watch...
As if housekeeper.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abused Cinderella
Cinderella was a nice gal
Always did what she was told
Put others before herself
Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
One day in the town she heard of the ball
CInderella wanted to go
Really really bad
Her step mom gave her touble
Her sisters were ok
But she never went
Beucase no one cared
Poor cinderella cried
Dreams really don't come true
Fairytales are fake
Cinderella never found her prince
She never really went to any ball
She lost all her hopes and dreams in life
Cinderella never got a granted wish
Poor cinderella
True love never found her
When she was old
Cinderella died an old maid
When Cinderella went to heaven
She was treated like a real princess
Angels planed a ball for her
And made her a pretty white gown
Jesus danced with her
Then he took her by the hand
And led her to her handsome chosen prince
It was all worth the shattered hopes
And dreams in life
To have a fairytale ending in heaven
poem by Bella Ravenstar
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Miss Cinderella's forgotten shoe
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!
I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
When I stared into those beautiful eyes of you
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
I stand here in line in thy awaited queue
You enlighten from the limousine
I’m waiting for that heavenly sign
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
What has become of you?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
So many miles I flew
Yet you have no clue
Of how much we can chew
Without your shoe, there is no preview
Of the fairy tale we could pursue
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Can’t you see this love tattoo?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
And now you have left the venue
Thoughts of your forgotten shoe
I will cherish and value
So close, so near, almost there
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
If only you could undo
And cast behind thy forgotten shoe
But thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
So the prince is gone
Life goes on
But my love for you is not withdrawn!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Tom-Boy Cinderella
Fancy clothes, tiara like a queen
Why can't I come in my jeans?
Manicured nails, skin like a dove
Why can't I wear my baseball glove?
Jewellery from head to toe
Even though I don't wanna go
Don't need my hair curled or any more make-up
So much 'girlishness' I think I might just throw up
Do I really have to go to the ball
And no lets NOT head to the mall
'Cause all this princess stuff is making me wince
And I certainly not marrying any prince
'Cause all I wanna do is watch wrestling on TV
So stop trying to make a Cinderella out of me! ! !
poem by Silly Artist
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A Knot
She was my lady
not;
She was my friend
not;
I reached out to her,
I reached out to her not not
and she reached out to me
not, not late one night.
she wasn't interested in me
not, not;
My roommate and she
were seeing each other
not not,
My stomach
knots.
Time to move on
not not;
Finishing this poem;
all tied in;
knots.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.
quote by Steven Wright
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My first college roommate greeted me with a shocked silence followed by, 'So... you're black.'
Friday
Welcome to my life......on a friday...
Wake up: 6: 30 am
after my wakening i do my hair fix my nails, find the perfect outfit bring a extra outfit that will match my hair and my makeup for after fitness class.
Oh the price for beauty, but hey i would rather be beautiful and popular than an ugly dorky loser!
Eat a orange or apple: 7: 30 am
FIND the perfect Shoes
Go to school: 8: 15 am
School is from 8: 15am - 3: 17 pm except on the occasional day i have spare.
homework 4: 00pm-6: 30pm
Eat supper 6: 00pm
after supper shower and get changed.
6: 30pm- 8: 00pm
Find nice sexy party outfit.
8: 00pm - 3: 00 am
PARTY! ! !
Wake 7: 00 am
poem by Katie Unknown
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Last night somebody broke into my apartment and replaced everything with exact duplicates... When I pointed it out to my roommate, he said, 'Do I know you'
quote by Steven Wright
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My Bay'nit
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit
And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore;
But blimey! I 'aven't been able to stain it,
So far as I've gone wiv the vintage of war.
For ain't it a fraud! when a Boche and yours truly
Gits into a mix in the grit and the grime,
'E jerks up 'is 'ands wiv a yell and 'e's duly
Part of me outfit every time.
Left, right, Hans and Fritz!
Goose step, keep up yer mits!
Oh my, Ain't it a shyme!
Part of me outfit every time.
At toasting a biscuit me bay'nit's a dandy;
I've used it to open a bully beef can;
For pokin' the fire it comes in werry 'andy;
For any old thing but for stickin' a man.
'Ow often I've said: "'Ere, I'm goin' to press you
Into a 'Un till you're seasoned for prime,"
And fiercely I rushes to do it, but bless you!
Part of me outfit every time.
Lor, yus; DON'T they look glad?
Right O! 'Owl Kamerad!
Oh my, always the syme!
Part of me outfit every time.
I'm 'untin' for someone to christen me bay'nit,
Some nice juicy Chewton wot's fightin' in France;
I'm fairly down-'earted -- 'ow CAN yer explain it?
I keeps gettin' prisoners every chance.
As soon as they sees me they ups and surrenders,
Extended like monkeys wot's tryin' to climb;
And I uses me bay'nit -- to slit their suspenders --
Part of me outfit every time.
Four 'Uns; lor, wot a bag!
'Ere, Fritz, sample a fag!
Oh my, ain't it a gyme!
Part of me outfit every time.
poem by Robert William Service
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A Flattened Flower From the Bouquet
Some say to me I'm pitiful
craving the joy you intend for another
I'm the shadow roommate
the homely friend of the beautiful
girl she is;
the one you'll marry
and I will position myself
for the bouquet
when it is you I want.
You knock and enter;
I lower my eyes
unable to look at you
and you take a flower
from her bouquet
and give it to me
because that is the way you are
kind to everyone.
And I take it to my diary
and put it between my
written pages
where it will scent my thoughts
of what will never be.
The cruelest love of all
lies in that Love's Aspiration
lies dead in the road
unnoticed.
It's not your fault or hers
it's my own secret obsession
from which I'll never be free.
I sit in the window, looking out down below
and I hear your voice:
' I just want you to know
I think you are great'
and then you left
and I could hear her
crying softly
in a bedroom
full of tears
and I rise to look to see about her
trailing guilt
and hope against hope
and wonder
still reeling
from the fact
that you
had spoken to me;
no longer invisible
filled with your words which have splattered
onto me
intended from my roommate
electrified that you noticed me
a single flower from a bouquet
intended for her-
awakening then
from yet another daydream
of you
and me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Roommate
Alyson Michalka, Cam Gigandet, Leighton Meester, Matt Lanter, Minka Kelly
by Sonny Mallhi from The Roommate (2011)
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Glass Slippered Shoes
I know thats not going to happen.
I know it wont be okay.
But Im running out of words.
And things to say.
My hearts just not in it.
And Im so full of guilt.
I want to be a friend.
Break the wall Ive built.
Theres a line I must cross.
And a path I need to take.
But I dont have a map.
Its all up to fate.
But I know you need me.
You need me as a friend.
Im just waiting for,
this fairytale to end.
Your cinderella with your,
glass slipered shoes.
You danced with Prince Charming.
And he searched the world for you.
I was the servant.
Cleaning up the ball.
I wore peasent clothes.
Was trapped inside the halls.
But midnights struck away.
And now your just like me.
Cleaning up messes.
Just like it use to be.
But in real life.
Im still waiting for new day.
Midnight hasnt come.
You havent faded away.
Because Im not Cinderella.
I dont deserve a friend like you.
I didnt dance with a Prince.
Or wear glass slippered shoes.
poem by Silence Dogood
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One Princess to Another
Sleeping Beauty stroked
Her blonde hair
And sighed and
Longed for the woods
Snow White stared
At her reflection
And watched as
Her face aged and her life faded
Cinderella pulled at
Her long dress
And looked at
The glass shoes of enslavement
And then Cinderella
Found Sleeping Beauty
And asked:
“Did we ever have a choice? ”
Sleeping Beauty went
To Snow White
And told her:
“I hate my life.”
Then they went
Home to the princes
Who owned them
Because they were the first to kiss them
Cinderella broke her glass slippers
And ran away from the prince
With a nice teacher from the village
Leaving behind a note and glass slippers
Sleeping Beauty
Bore her prince a son
Before she turned to the woods
And never came out again
Snow White took
A poison apple from the
Wicked Witch’s dungeon and bit down into it
And died this time
poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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I'm not Cinderella
This bell ring spread a beautiful memories
About a girl who tried to catch a little dream
Unfortunely she found herself in a middle of
Life that she couldn’t spend without perseverance
She now close her heart to anybody else
Then a charming prince come to lend a hand
To a poor little girl who couldn’t feel
Love or happiness she’s hard to believe in
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
She said
I’m not live or wait for white horse mounts
I’m not want to love or be loved
That’s not a thing like I could hand on
Everyday till past I live in the heavy rain
And I don’t need you to give me a sunshine
I’m not cry or hurt at night
Don’t stand on your own mind! ! ! !
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
Not that time or this time
Waiting for true love?
Don’t say a mess
But yes she used to dream as one
Wear a white dress with a man who stand
Right beside her
Carrying her hand
Then they kissed
Live happy ever after
But
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
I will love without be loved
And only lost
To a beauty dream like you just appear
And if I give you my heart you will tear it apart
But
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
No love story will tell in my midnight tale
poem by Vivin Seprini
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Fairytail life
Im sitting here
Living my life
Thinking about
What it could be
A fantasy
And full of dreams
Something that I can see
Only on the tv screen
If only live was a fairy tail
Id be a princess
And ill have my prince
Although right now
I have him in mind
If only
Life was a fairy tail
I would have
A pretty dress
That all the girls
Would have green eyes for
It would be worn
To the ball
But if only
Life was a fairy tail
The prince shall see me
Tonight and will ask me to dance
Then at midnight I will have to runaway
And the chase begins
As I hide my true identity
To save our love
In this so called fairy tail
If I was Cinderella
I would lose my glass slipper
In the presents of him
For him to find me again
And love me
If only I was a fairy tail
my prince
would find me again
while all the other girls
are tryin to steal him from me
the true Cinderella
And our love would be saved (forever)
I would get married to the prince
So we could live
Happily…ever….after…..
But that is…..
The fairy tail…..
Of…my…life…
poem by Tessa Monaghan
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Jumpin' Jumpin'
ladies leave yo man at home the club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown and all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin boys say you got a girl? yes true you got a man but the party aint gon stop so lets make it hot hot! last week and you stayed at home alone and lonely couldnt find yo man he was chillin with his homies this week and your goin out if he try to stop you your goin off you got ya hair done and ya nails done too and your outfit and your fittin the shoes who parlayin at the hottest spot tonight you're gonna find the brothas rollin in the lexus
song performed by by Destiny's Child from The Writing's On The Wall
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Cindy's Nightout
she likes her hair
red and her skin
pale
not jibing with
moonlight
big white flowers
hang in her room
a black pumpkin
with white leaves
has two rats ready
for her dreams
obviously she believes
in Cinderella
obviously she is waiting
for the fairy godmother
to do the magic
when she decides finally
to spend her night out
looking for her prince
wanting to fulfill her dreams
you might notice
she is already ready
all day she practiced
walking with only one shoe
she runs and laughs at the same time
inside her black room
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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