Queen Snow White Hot iron shoes placed before the lass eyes forward head up One foot at a time her face screwed up her lungs releasing piercing sounds Who is the fairest of them all? you are fair to see but the queen is fairer far than you Dancing in hot iron shoes that was punishment for her selfishness what is yours?

The Waves Tsh tsh waves crash against the brittle rough cliffs Slowly the pull away back to deserted ocean where not a man appears to be from the shore Pulling away all pain and sorrow as they go the waves soothe your heart and restarts the game again Hitting the cliffs once more you gain your awareness of your feelings you were lost , drowning now your free soaring the sky with sea birds tweeting with happiness.

Begin to turn Your mother is the queen your father is the king you are the princess a man your told to trust who may come to court you he is to protect you he spends two months gaining trust if your father and the love if your mother Dagger in hand sword in his belt he takes away your father You and your mother sent away Slowly the unknown infiltrates slowly it starts to burn holes Your mother falls ill weak frail Too poor to help too uneducated to know what to do A girl of merely twelve lost her mother and father all that was known to her taken left with nothing in an unknown world Slowly the wheels of fate start to turn cranking and screaching The poor girl once a princess grows into a young lady no longer weak no longer uneducated now the most powerful of them all a swordswomen and a bow women skilled to the bone Today she will take back what she once owned with fire in her eyes she runs blade in hand bow on her shoulder You are the queen he is your king She is your princess

Paper Planes Paper planes they will fly or they will fall you can read the paper or you cannot Paper Planes you can tear them apart or you can watch them fly paper looks weak but it is not We Are Paper Planes And We Will Fly High

Sisterhood roses Yours are red mine are white yours have thorny stems mine gentle and smooth Our roses are both twins from different mothers the Adam and Eve different but similar attactched by a bond that is our sister hood mother and father always cared more for i over you i dont know why i stole from you your soft and gentle ways mother and father should give you love for a thorny red rose is that more interesting and beautiful than a pure white rose with nothing to attach you to it.