Musings of a Modern Princess

She/Her 20's Aquarius • INFP Take me back to the beach

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Library Critters

I walk into a house of knowledge With brick walls and ivy foliage Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I pass the welcome desk, hello! A soft mew greets me from a pillow A watchful, purring cat regards me Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I walk through halls of towering shelves Seeking a book with adventures to tell An owl with glasses winks at my novel A watchful, purring cat regards me Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I go to the desk with my card in my hand And check out a swashbuckler story so grand The kind otter waves and a wave I return An owl with glasses winks at my novel A watchful, purring cat regards me Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I make my way to the entrance again And look back to all of my library friends The kind clerk waves like a friendly otter The librarian winks when I check out her favorite The security guard watches and nods with a smile Inside, I hoard stories and friends Like nuts

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An Ode to Girlhood.

I take walks, pick flowers, sled

These things bring me joy

But once I went out just to play

With neighbor girls and boys

My favorite thing was climbing trees

But second was pretend

I'd dress up like a high school girl

And throw parties with my friends

That was better than my high school years

That lonely, boozy haze

I miss when Mom's old, clumpy lipstick

Made me feel pretty, smart, and brave

Once I came inside for dinner

Like every night before

But I never went outside again

Just to play, and nothing more

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Ocean of Stars.

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If Van Gogh did Photography.

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Little Hourglass Hands

She thinks she knows her body well she sees it every day yet down she’ll gaze at little hands which seem so far away

They grasp the ugly, broken things and shake and try to mend her nails cut crescents in her palms it’s just more violence in the end

Her aspirations cannot fit inside her little hands they overflow her little house and drown her in their sands

If her fingers matched her hubris or her palms could match her pride she’d fix the sicknesses and wars and she’d walk fearlessly outside

But the world is much too big and cruel and she’s gasping for her breath she’ll ne’er be free from her glass cage and she won’t espace her death

Indulge her little tearful voice which chokes and coughs and cries: “Enlarge my little, bloodied hands that I may dry the Old Earth’s eyes.”

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Vintage Rose.