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Welcome to my little poetry archive.

Each of the poems once had it's own page on my website, but unfortunately, Freewebs does not allow me to have more than twenty free pages. Thus, I decided to create these archives

I hope you will enjoy reading.

Lots of love,

{Queen Elise}

 Enigma
The dollhouse even time forgot
Cinderella
Icarus' flight
Misery in Wonderland
Perfect girl
 Barbie doll
Eyes of a girl
 Mummified princess
Kafuka no umibe
 Very close to my place
 It isn't the first time
Un enfant d'hier
Histoires

Enigma

  The dollhouse time forgot

Perhaps not the impression the poem'd give you, but I really don't know anyone who is in this situation. Really, this just came out of my pen when I was bored one day, and is - basically - based on nothing but an overproductive mind. Also, since both soft drugs and prostitution are legalized in the Netherlands, this situation doesn't actually come across much.

A little note:
Although the name on the navigation bar is 'Cinderella', this poem's full name is 'Cinderella the other way around'.

As always, it'd be great if you left a review.

Onegai shimasu

{The Queen}

Cinderella the other way around

There was this party, someone offered you a joint
You knew what it could do, how many lives it ruined,
but you wanted to feel free
to leave your misery behind for a while

But soon the joints weren't strong enough for you anymore
You used something stronger, and then it went from bad to worse
Your family kicked you out, and you had no where to go
So you simply left, disappeared out of their lives
Leaving everything you had behind

Now you're living on the streets, trying to survive each day
You sell your body to whoever wants to pay
Just to get money for another fix
You don't care wheter it's Heroin, Cocaine or Ketamine

The drugs destroyed you, made you lose your lust in life
Your once so sparkling eyes are dull
You're a queen of abuse; a body full of bruises
Only a hint of your former beauty left behind

You're a highschool princess turned into a slavegirl
Cindrella the other way around

Barely eighteen, living a life of constant fear
Innocence lost, another girl found death
No one seems to care, to no one it does matter
After all, who cares about a crackwhore?
It's only another child lost to drugs...

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This poem is based on the story of Icarus, which is - if I'm not mistaken - a Greek myth. Basically it's as follows: Icarus and his father are captivated, and they escape by flying away with wing made of feathers and wax. They could've been just fine, if Icarus had listened to his father. He flies too high, and the wax melts. Then, Icarus crashes and drowns in the sea beneath him... (in this poem I chose for land. I thought it fit the poem better...)

A friend of mine recently told me about trying to explain something and using Icarus' story as a metaphore. I thought it was a beautiful one which perfectly fit what he was trying to say... ^_^.

I didn't intend to use his idea when I was writing this, but I needed a subject and I needed it quickly. And it had to be innocent. See, my mentor decided it was time to have a little chat with me, and he started moaning about me always writing and demanded me to let him read something. I don't mind people reading my work - but teachers always see problems in them that just don't exist... So, I didn't want to have him read anything that could give him wrong ideas... This was the first thing that came up in my mind.

Feel free to comment. But please, only constructive criticism please. I know this isn't very good, but that doesn't mean that I like pointless flames.

Arigatou Gonzaimasu

{Queen Elise}  

I haven't written much new things, lately, so I decided to go through my old writings, and there I found this little jewel. Of course, that is my opinion. I am aware that you may as well consider this to be rubbish. Well, please let me know. Constructive comments are always welcome.

Just a little note: this is one of the first poems I've ever written. When I wrote this, I was still in my depressing, death-is-beautiful phase, so if you dislike gothic poetry, please don't read.

I hope you'll enjoy it.

For now, sayonara,

{Kurai-hime}

Little girl, lying smiling on her bed
A young beauty queen
She's too pretty, more beautiful than you've ever seen
Long, red hair, lying across her chest
A skin as white as untouched snow
She's a perfect little girl, but still she's alone

Little girl, wearing a blood-red dress
Heavenly smile on her face
But she's not ready for the future yet

The poem you are about to read is the very first poem I ever wrote. At the time, I was really annoyed with girls who just kept talking only about boys, make-up and clothes (order doesn't matter). So, one night I wrote this about it... It's not bad, for a first time. Please let me know whether you agree. Use the contact form to do so. Or leave a review in the guestbook, instead. Just make sure that you mention the name of the poem.

For now, thank you for your time, and oyasumi nasai,

{The Queen}

p.s. Before posting, I altered it slightly because some sentenced didn't work the right way. However, I have only changed wordorder and a couple of words... Okay, perhaps I changed it a little more. A lot, actually. But I did not change the poem itself; - essential - it's still the same.

Barbie doll

Your only worry is being seen by that "one" guy
You say he's special, but yet it's another one every new day
Sweet and little and f*cking brainless barbie doll
Your whole life takes place in front of a mirror
"Oh, my god, does my make-up still look okay?!"
I could never be that way

War, crisis, murderer, the news has no meaning to you
After all, the subject isn't you
Oh, I almost feel sorry for you,
My selfish little barbiedoll

You dislike me, little fashionfreak?
Don't expect me to change,
I look different, so I am strange?
I have brains, so I am creepy?
And I also have my own opinion, so that makes me insane?

Glad I am, my dearest doll.

Insanity, it will never happen to you,
Nor being strange, nor being different
Because, to get insane
You first need to have a brain
And all those dolls are alike,
The same plastic shape,and wearing a pink dress.
See, there goes another you,
A pathetic, cloned barbiedoll

We both know I am different, so unlike you,
So you all want to change me,
Plasticize me and make me wear that ugly dress
For everyone should be the same

Well, count me out, lifeless pretty doll
Why don't you stop wasting your time, grow up
I prefer to live the way I like
You have act the way another person wants you to,
As if you are attached to invisible strings.

But I can streach out my wings,
I don't have to act like I'm commanded
So I'll just continue living life in my own way
Even if that means everyone tells me,
That I'm not supposed to be okay

You never noticed how tough life can get
You probably never will
Til some day your perfect little life is gone
And you'll wake up al alone

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

You're a little lonely, aren't you?
Such a no-longer-perfect girl,
lost in this cold and cruel world
And now, you will see that your life
Isn't as perfect as it always seemed.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

A lonely "perfect" barbie doll,
She had been living a life
But it turned out she had only dreamed

Now she's lost in unending night
Now she is the one who as to struggle and fight
Because there is no one here who will try to save her
There's no one around who really needs her.

Now she will see
What it means to be me

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

I don't really like this poem myself, but I wanted to place it online nonetheless. Speaking of being bored! However, this poem is quite  clear, I guess. I got the idea for this from something my boyfriend said to me about my eyes, which is expressed in the first two lines. The rest of the poem, however is complete fiction.

No need letting me know what you think of it, because I know perfectly well that it isn't much. Rewriting couldn't do much, although I have tried. Oh well, not all
Enjoy reading, and for now, sayonara,

{Queen Elise}

The eyes of a seventeen year old

The eyes of a seventeen year old
Looking at you, full of doubt
Don’t try to go on, they are saying
Stay away

My castle is mine, made to protect
A heart that’s made of glass
And I am hiding, as I always did
Hiding, even from you

The eyes of a girl, they are staring
At the ceiling, away from you
Don’t try to go on, they are trying to tell
Don’t dare to make me cry

And deep inside, even I
Know that you are right
Right to go on, right to ask me why
But don’t you dare to make me cry

Mummy Princess

Always hiding

Even in death you're

On public display

If you could still think,

What'd you say?

Little Princess, mummified

Lying in a glass coffin

Like Snow-White

For all to look at

For all to see

Egyptian Princess from long ago

Approximately 17 when she died

That's what the sign reads

Always lived in the public eye

And even in death

You're not safe

Just cause we'd like to look

At your remains

You cannot rest

Inside your [carefully prepared] grave

Possessions scattered,

In museums around the world

Places of which you had never heard

Little mummie Princess

What if you could come to life…?

Kafuka no umibe

Kafuka no umibe

Realities running through each other

Fairytale in modern coating

Revealing a darker truth

Escaping yet remaining

Fates tangled up

One cannot run from it’s fate

Kafuka no umibe

Kafka standing on the shore

“You will kill your father and

Be with your mother and sister”

This is the prophecy the boy was told

Oedypus retold

Oyasumi Nasai,

This poem is called Very close to my place, and is based upon the French sond Très prés de chez moi by Georges Moustaki. Yes, I like his music, just do not tell my dad. He thinks I can't stand Moustaki's music since - on a holiday - he played one single cd for three whole weeks... Well, everyone would get annoyed by it, for a while, right? Anyway, Moustaki is a great source of inspiration... Anyway, I hope you like this poem

Thank you for reading, and for now,

I bid you adieu

{Kurai-hime}

Très prés de chez moi

Close to my home, close to my place
But it seems a different world
Close, so close,
And yet it’s a fairy’s world
It has the beauty I only see in dreams
But no one know what it means

This little place has special meaning
Just to me, not to the world
Just here, I can be safely dreaming
Of other, happy/happier times
Without losing myself in reality

Très prés de chez moi,
There lies a little dreamworld, different reality
And here I can think about you
Without all those blaming eyes looking at me
I don’t need to run,
Because I know I can escape

Here, I regret all the mistakes I made
But I don’t have to face to consequences
I’ll just stay here, until you’ll come and find me
And tell me that everything’s fine again

And I don’t mind to stay forever
If you won’t come
Yes, I think I’ll stay here without you
Continue dreaming
As if playing in Vanilla Sky

But my dreams won’t go wrong
I won’t give you a chance to blame me
I’ll just wait till you come,
And tell me that sometimes love doesn’t fade
Doesn’t fade away

Welcome to yet another of my poems,

First, I'd like to thank you for coming here to read this poem. Second, I'd like to tell you something about the process of writing:

This is a very silly poem, I know that. It just came up in my head after looking at the discography of Georges Moustaki. The name of this poem is also the translated name of one of his chansons. It’s called Ce n’est pas la premiere fois. But, all I used is the title, for I have no clue what the song is about. I can do that with this title, see, I’d be unable to when I’d use the name of songs like Ma solitude or Ma liberté, because I know those songs too well to do such a thing. But, this poem isn't nearly as good as Moustaki's lyric (I couldn't hold myself from reading it after finishing this poem)...

Well, let me know what you think of this poem, even if you think it isn't very good. After all, this is what happens when I can't focus on a certain subject...

Arigatou gonzaimasu, and goodbye for now,

{Kurai-hime}


It isn't the first time

It isn't the first time

It’s not the first time
That I wonder what I’m doing/why I’m feeling [so] wrong
It’s not the first time
That I wonder why I doubt
And it’ll never be the last

And please tell me that I’m silly
That I’m worrying about nothing
That I’m worrying too much
Tell me that I’m just a little fool

It isn’t the first time that I kiss you
And it won’t be the last one either
I cannot let my doubt get [to] me
Won’t let myself be held back
And in my heart, I know
Above/beyond all doubt, I love you

And I know that my wondering is beyond reason
Can’t even explain it to myself
Can’t explain what the reason is
What I exactly feel
All I know is that – inside – I’m a [complete] mess

But I’ll sort it, figure myself out
And I’ll hold you, and smile without a doubt
That is, if by then, you still care

About me

Ohayou Gonzaimasu

I'm sorry for not updating for so long, but I've been on a vacation, and I also didn't have anything which was worth placing on this website. But, now I have two new poems for you. This one's, as you will have discovered, Un enfant d'hier, which is French and means as much as 'A child of yesterday' or 'Yesterday's child'.
It isn't quite perfect, yet, but I wanted to put it up here anyway. Just keep in mind that I might change it. The notes I made are still in the poem, so send me your opinion, if you'd like.

[....] means that the text in between might be left out in the final poem
/ means that a choice has to be made between the options.
 
Please let me know what you think of it. Sign the guestbook, or send me an e-mail. The adress is: addicted_to_dreams@hotmail.com

Arigatou gonzaimasu, and for now

goodbye,

{Kurai-hime}

Moi, je serai un enfant d’hier
Not really a child anymore
For me, no more wasting of time
No more playing time
I have to be fair
Should focus on my future now
On my ‘career-to-be’

But I don’t really want to grow up
Your [adult world] only fulfills me with fear
Let me be free in this Peter Pan’s world [in my mind]
Where I don’t have to answer to [my] responsibilities

Graduation year, time to live up to [all the] expectations
Even a dreaming princess’ wonderland
Even this [female] Peter Pan’s carefree life has to [come to an] end

[This year, work hard and give/show them what they desire]
[You cannot play and fool around]
[Not anymore]

Un enfant d’hier, is, after all, all I am/will be
And I know very well that I should stop hiding
[In the end,] I can’t run away forever[, no denying]
So, I’ll [have to] do as is appropriate
Leave behind my toys[,] and playing time
The child in me, this Peter Pan
Will only return to the/this world in the words I write in rhyme

Perhaps I do want to grow up
Although this world is so unfamiliar
I’ll learn to leave ‘Neverland’ behind
Say goodbye to Tinkerbell
I’ll adapt[, and live this adult’s life well]

I’ll do my very best not to dwell any longer in [my] dreams
For now, all that is left
A life in my/a private wonderland
In which no one can intrude
A last goodbye
And a welcome to un enfant d’hier

Yes, I’ll grow up
After all, your/this world is mine too
Not so unfamiliar
No longer a female Peter Pan
No more/goodbye Tinkerbell
My childhood/childish world, my wonderland[…]

Farewell…

It’s very nice to have you here again. I hope you have all been well. Again, apologies for not updating for so long. Seems my pace of writing is slower than ever before. Mostly, because of a little lack of time and - more importantly - inspiration.

Let me tell you a little about this small poem. In my French class, we are discussing the impressionist movement in poetry and as a little side assignement we had to write a calligram. A calligram is a poem which is written in the form of the subject. For example, if I would be writing about love, my poem would actually be in the shape of a heart. Of course, since we were in French class, we had to attempt to write the poem in French, never minding the grammar mistakes.

I quite liked my poem, seeing that I wrote it in twenty minutes and in French too. It is about stories, and especially children’s stories like fairytales and Peter Pan. I wrote it in the shape of a book, but I have no idea how to do that on my computer, so I hope you can forgive me for not doing so.

Please let me know whether you like it. Sign the guestbook, or send me an e-mail.

Arigatou gonzaimasu, and for now,

Lots of love,

{Kurai-hime}

P.s. You can find a translation in English beneath the original poem.

Histoires

Les contes de fées
où
La mystères de Poirot
Aucun des histoires sont faux

La legende d’Icare où Odysée
Les histoires des frères Grimm
Ou de Robin Hood
Barry écrit son Peter Pan
où Alice aux Pays des Merveilles
Recontre aux royaume des fées

Belle histoires
Enlevement à
un royaume fantastique
Royaume mystèrieux
Lis par un enfant
C’est un monde
Visible dans son yeux