Sleep I have found a place That no one else knows A location just where Trees and laughs and flowers grow I know I am safe I am happy as can be ••• I have found a place Where I can mute all the noise Be myself for a second And stop believing in the lies I am away from the horror And I am in my own thoughts ••• This place, Is one of my very own Not a single soul Shall discover my heaven I know, As hurtful and dull It may very well sound, I am not living anymore I do not breathe, I cannot eat I am punished because of a smile I am prohibited to do the beautiful. I am surviving In a planet full of bad And I realize, That sleep is not sleep. It is my escape, It is my world. •••

My Other Half Sometimes, I am nice. I am loving, helpful, and kind I am innocent I adore the whole world I love everyone I like everything. ••• Sometimes, I am wicked I accidentally release The demons from the cage I can despise you Desire your death I can be dangerous And hope for your worst ••• I try to stop I try to control Stop being the wrong And be a friendly soul I try to shut up I try closing my mouth But my words have pierced a soul And sorry ain't enough I try to let things become better But I then make things worse I try making you smile But I end up being sad ••• I have two faces. Two sides, two traces One is innocent, beautiful, and nice The other, Horrible, mean, and unrefined ••• I am sorry, Sorry for every single thing I am a monster, Destructive and irresponsible I am frightened just as you Of what my other half Can surprisingly do •••

Perfecting A Princess Continuation Of Ch.1 She was at the library in school, and when she saw the clock strike four, she folded a page and closed the book. It was Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Her favorite book of, like, all time! "I can't right now," she said. "There's a new member of the family." she whispered, as if the pages were real. Being the imaginative weirdo she was, Kazinra thought of how other people would think, because she clearly knew that a normal person didn't talk to objects. At least she was royalty, though, nobody would stand a chance going against her. She closed the book and broke off downstairs. Tall teenagers stood before her, passing through the stony roofed pathway leading to the exit. On the left and right of the waiting area was the garden with a humongous pavement that served as a bench where students could hang out and eat lunch. Just like her house, or, the palace, it was practically a minature copy of her front yard. Hundreds of plants were also there, especially yellow bells. The afternoon sun was shining happily and a twelve year old girl ran though the pathway, eager and tiny. Kazinra reached the guard by the exit where a tall Linden tree gave shade to the typical, sleeping guard. And as usual, a Rolls Royce Phantom Limo pulled up (And mind you, it was the only existing one in France), not a minute too soon, with a tiny flag of France standing by the window, and the same old, blue eyed, bald, Bert wearing a navy hat. Kazinra quickly got in. "Bonjour!" They always made it a habit to greet each other at the same time when Kazinra was picked up. "Your Majesty..." Bert praised as the door banged shut and the limo flew off. "I'm so excited, Bert, my dream of having a puppy is about to finally come true!" Kazinra chirruped, while eating some Cookies and Cream Oreo ice cream from the mini fridge and turning on the TV for some Harry Potter. "Ha, I'm excited too, can't even believe Queen Willow allowed it, even with her allergies." His voice was just, Bert. It was the regular, carefree, raspy, silly voice that Kazinra always heard after being picked up from school, the one that made her laugh, and the one that her ears were now comfortable hearing of, because she finally stopped running away. The gargantuan iron, black, gold, and gray gate stood, with a limo right in front. Honk honk. Before the limo even got inside, Kazinra was already dashing towards that triangular door. Up the steps she went, to her bedroom, until she saw her dad, playing with an adorable chocolate brown ball of a German Shepherd. Though Queen Willow and her brother, Chowser weren't avid fans of animals, King Eric and Kazinra were mostly on the same page. "Bonjour mon princesse...Don't be too noisy, you might startle him, he's still kinda shy." Kazinra was speechless. A toothy grin formed on her face as she sat on the carpet with them. The tiny critter laid on her lap and then licked her fingers. King Eric said that as long as he was still a baby, he'd stay inside the castle first. They also agreed before they bought him, to name him Knoxx. He smells like fish sauce, Kazinra thought. Et je l'aime -- And I love him, she told herself.

Perfecting A Princess Ch. 2 Chapter Two Summer     It was a perfect day to melt popsicles because of the sun's heat, and the phenomenal children-famous season of all has come. Summer. Yahoo.      Apparently, Kazinra had to take Princess classes every summer, and each year became more difficult, adjusting to her level. As a young seven year old, she was taught about sitting straight, and proper posture, which meant head book balancing. At nine, she was taught how to wave in royal events, or in other terms, how to greet others as a princess. That consisted of how she should smile, curtsey, and what she was supposed to say.      She was about to turn thirteen in six months, and even though it was a long way to go, her birthday party (a royal ball, of course) would be thrown in advance. With her shyness blooming at its best, one of this year's Summer lessons was perfect. Summer Princess Class    -Professeur Loris B. Moreau    -Start of Classes: April 18, 2016    -100 am - 40 pm Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays    -Reciting and Creating Speeches for Royal Events, Mainly Kazinra's thirteenth birthday Thursdays    -How To Show your Emotions According to your Speech    -Getting teary eyed in reciting a joyous statement       Great. Speeches. Kazinra wasn't very worried about Summer classes, since that usually consisted of her, Yvonne, and Mr. Moreau so there wasn't much pressure. But what did worry her, was that someday she'd be up on their staircase with a mic, and the eyes all over her. And another thing was that since she was turning thriteen, that meant more things involving her and the public. She wasn't a baby anymore, people believed and knew that she was old enough for interviews, talks, or her opinion.

Perfecting A Princess Ch. 1 Chapter One The Royal Parisians Kazinra looked down at the fresh grass under her toes as the wind continued stirring all around her. She sat down on the ground by their mini lake, picking a few flowers and letting their giant dog sniff them and sneeze right after. She blew his pointy, brown, fuzzy ears, and he snuffled his nose and laid on his back in reply. "You silly dragon," she said in amusment. She vividly recalled the day she came from school to see a fluffy baby dog. It was just last year on a normal, boring, weekday of September. Here my friend, is the first Parisian, hero -- and German we are to visit.