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Queen of Hearts by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Queen of Hearts

Friday evening and it's dark outside. She pulls her hair back tight In the glare of yellow light. Moment by moment, inch by inch, Her beauty will unfold: Soft pink lips, chocolate-covered eyes, And a soul of gold. And I wonder If she knows that I'll think of her tonight. You and me, We never stood a chance, But maybe this will save us, Maybe this will… You and I, Voyaging to nowhere. Just let go and we'll fly To see the Queen of Hearts. She's got the whole world on a string. She couldn't care at all But she'll never let us fall. She doesn't know she's playing with My heart, 'cause I won't Let go of my silly hopes and lea

Great One by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Great One

A lone pair of boots. A lone pair of heels, clicking Across the library's basement floor, Echoing through the silent rows And rows of neglected books. Why would anyone venture this deep To walk among words of the past, Words from a world that hardly Seems to ever have existed? They're brilliant words, though, Far more captivating than the life That waits upstairs with fluttering dresses And tongues like swords. She clutches the books as if they Are all that can keep her afloat, All that can keep her sane. Sanity, after all, is why she came here, To be utterly alone in the library. What use are friends when you have none, Wh

Hold Out - Wicked fanfic by PrincessPapillon, literature

Stuck in Drive by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Stuck in Drive

She listens to songs about leaving And she always needs to sing along. Driving too fast with the windows up, And she knows she's got the words all wrong. It's just another bleak Sunday night, Bleak 'cause the sun won't set for hours. The sky above fills over with clouds, Never raining to grow her flowers. And she needs to go somewhere beautiful Where the fairytales in her head can be real, But now she's stuck in drive And her knuckles go white as she grips the wheel. It's just one more day thinking she's alone. She's heard about the Emerald City, How all the green glitters in the sun. She's not from Kansas or Munchkinland, But

Love Songs by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Love Songs

I don't know who you are, But I wish you'd put your arms around me, Draw me close, whisper Beautiful things in my ear. I'm not desperate. I don't need you. I don't want a relationship, Sex, marriage, children. I just want love songs. I want to sing along at the top Of my lungs, and know what it is That I'm singing about, know What it means to burn. I want you to break my heart. Don't let me down slowly, but Shatter my world, and leave me To pick up the millions of pieces. Then I'll have the sad songs, The angry songs, lyrics about Unrequited love and murderous Hate. I'll write poetry, Beautiful poetry, with words Crying

Just Call My Name by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Just Call My Name

Just call my name. Your voice is the only thing that keeps me alive. There's something about it that makes me whole. I'm afraid to love you Because you're all that I have So I'll just belong to you, Give all that I have to you, And pretend like I don't care, Like you're not the one thing breathing life into me. I would run away from it all, But running means leaving you, Never seeing your beautiful face again, No matter how much you doubt it. Just call my name. Tell me you need me. Ask me to stay. Tell me I'm beautiful when no one else can. Don't lie to me, but use your eyes That can see things in a different light. Don't s

Today by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Today

I'm channeling you today. She asked me to read a poem aloud, A poem sprinkled with Spanish words, And while my voice isn't gorgeous Or strong like yours, while my accent Isn't flawless and magnificent and provocative Like yours, I read it loud and clear And tried to pretend I was beautiful like you. I keep smiling even when the power is dead, Letting my eyes adjust to the flickering lights. I complain, but I don't mean it, I don't really care. I can get by without The things that you don't need. I can stand up tall in the shower When the world goes dark, and I Can dream of you doing the same, Defying the odds, risking your l

The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic by PrincessPapillon, literature

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The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic

"Come in." Fiyero opened the door at the sound of Elphaba's voice. He had never actually set foot inside the dorm room before – when he came to pick Galinda up for a date, she'd usually hurry to the door to meet him. He couldn't help smiling to himself. What secrets would he learn about her? Was she messy? Did she have embarrassing pictures on her walls? There was nothing messy at all about the room, however. Galinda's side was neat, her extensive wardrobe lined up neatly in her closet, her shoes perfectly straight, and her pink, frilly bed made. Elphaba's side appeared even neater, but that was only because there wasn't much there

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Toughest Critic by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Toughest Critic

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her face so that her gaze could meet the glaring brown eyes in front of her. She watched in silence as the frowning mouth opened and began to form words. "Don't listen to what they say," her opponent said, staring her down coldly. "I'm the one who knows the truth. They're all lying to you. You're ugly. You're a failure. You don't deserve to be here." She looked down for a moment. "That's right," the stinging voice said again. "You're imperfect. There isn't one thing about you that's right." She couldn't look up. "But my ex-boyfriend… You know what he said…" "He was stupid. And, anyway, he

Music Box Ballerina by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Music Box Ballerina

It rained. It seemed kind of cliché that it was raining, but that was the truth. She had spent an hour tracing the raindrops down her window with a trembling finger. Then, she closed the blinds and turned off the lights, leaving the room in darkness. She trembled, hating the dark, hating that she was all alone in it. She hated that she might actually go through with this. It wasn't just hate. She was scared. She opened the music box slowly, knowing that the little blonde ballerina would spring up. The cheerful, quiet melody began its attempt to fill the emptiness. She pressed her finger down on the ballerina's head, feeling it s

The Very Last Rose by PrincessPapillon, literature

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The Very Last Rose

Jason sat in his living room, watching a football game on TV like he had done every weekend for years and years. At least since he'd been married. It had been at least twenty years… closer to thirty if he was going to be truthful. 'I'm old,' he couldn't help thinking. 'And there are some people I haven't seen in years.' It was pitiful, he knew, that he still thought about her after all these years. After he was married. After he had children and grandchildren. But, somehow, she came to his mind incredibly often. She had been the only girl he could ever really call his soul mate. Unfortunately, she was the way she was. Selfish, fam

Drowning by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Drowning

"Jessica! Jessica!" The calls suddenly crashed on her ears. She shoved the drawer closed with shaky hands, wondering why she didn't recognize the voice. "Coming," she said, making her voice deliberately slow and enunciating carefully. Alana was standing at the door, her hands on her hips with her thumbs resting against the bare, tanned skin of her midriff. "Five minutes!" "Yeah," Jessica mumbled, keeping her face tilted down. "Are you okay?" "I feel a little sick," Jessica said, articulating carefully before deciding to cut down on words. "Don't think I'll go on." Alana grasped Jessica's face and wrenched it upwards until Jes

Rose-Colored Sunglasses by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Rose-Colored Sunglasses

Optimism has no point And you can't look at life Through rose-colored glasses Or at least I can't They look lousy on me I have to wear dark sunglasses But I should ditch the rhinestones I'm not little anymore Little was a time when pink was okay And stuffed animals And dreams Everything that hurt then Has finally faded away Into photographs And video clips And memories of memories I can pretend everything was all right And never know the difference Unlike now Now in a world of choices When indecision is not okay And failure And dreaming It's a world that none of us Ever dreamed of And I can't be a pop star In a pink

Burn by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Burn

Happy? I'm far from it As I gaze at that old picture What is happy, anyway? I only know what it was It was walking below the stars Quick kisses before parting Hearing you sing of giants and treasures The jokes and the laughter Letting you into my heart And the visits and phone calls and messages Even getting to dress up to see you And the music and the lights and the cheetah print Fading friendships You Right before the final moments Indulging myself in my glory until I could not see That inevitability could happen And even now, it brings a smile Although we crashed and burned In the flames of common sense You were what h

Cry to Me by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Cry to Me

I wish I could see what you're thinking Looking across the room and wondering What did they do to you to hurt you so bad? I wish I could know just what happened Gazing at your tearstained eyes and wondering What did they do to you to make you this sad? Cry to me Just let the tears come And bury your face in my shoulder I don't care what they say I just want to know why you hurt I can't stand to see you like this But for you I'll stand to see you cry I wish I could make your heart sing again Watching your silent lips not moving What in the world could ever bring you down? I wish I could understand what changed you Studying th

I Need You by PrincessPapillon, literature

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I Need You

Jamie stormed past the mirror, throwing it an angry glance before collapsing face-first onto her bed, knocking one of her stuffed animals off. "Did you see her today? I just wanted to kill her! Kill her! She infuriates me!" Lavi retrieved the fallen teddy bear and took a seat on a nearby chair. "I know she can be a bit much, Jamie, but she didn't really do anything that bad. I mean, she's allowed to flirt with guys. You are, too." "You don't know what it's like to have real problems, Lavender," Jamie replied. Lavi bit her lip and looked away. "Apparently not." Jamie shook her head. "I need some time alone." Lavi sighed, fee

Deeper by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Deeper

Reasons I can never speak Feelings I can't stand to feel Deeper than what it seems My love isn't that of a butterfly Flitting from flower to flower, man to man Never stopping long enough to see Beyond pretty colors and a handsome face I have a purpose, a destination All of which revolves around you But you will never see more than the butterfly I appear You don't wish for more than a passing glance I'm not your desire as you are mine But I'm deeper than I seem Feeling all that I can't stand to feel Hurt that I could never bear As your absence eats away my heart For reasons I can never speak Unless I speak of them to you

Learning to Fly by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Learning to Fly

"Life," she wrote, "is just a million fleeting moments." She quickly crossed it out. She didn't know what she thought of life. She was no philosopher… She didn't really even know much of anything at all. She knew the things she needed – how to breathe, how to live… But she barely knew how to fly. Of course, she could really fly. She could rise above the ground, her wings fluttering lightly behind her. This didn't mean that she could soar. Jordan liked touching her. That was no secret. He would look for any excuse to bump into her, to brush against her hand, to push a strand of hair out of her face. She, on the other hand, ha

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Portrait of a Shadow by PrincessPapillon, literature

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Portrait of a Shadow

The way she sings it sends chills down your back. In a good way, of course. The music and the magic that are her wrap themselves around you, bringing the tears to your eyes. And no matter how she messes up, no matter how much she thinks that she's ruined everything, the tears will still be there, pressing to escape your softened eyes and cascade down your cheeks, blackened by mascara. Her voice arches with passion, swooping into a graceful crescendo as her emotions fly, her hands moving slowly, gracefully, inviting you in. She sings of a love she's never known, that she probably will never know. But you believe her. You don't doubt for

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About PrincessPapillon

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 20 years
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Favourite genre of music: showtunes
MP3 player of choice: ipod mini (in pink, of course!)
Favourite cartoon character: Belle

Favourite Movies

Rent, Beauty and the Beast, The Holiday, Finding Neverland

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenoweth, Stephanie J. Block, Eden Espinosa

Favourite Writers

Gregory Maguire, as well as all of my English majory faves - Shakespeare, Keats, etc.

Favourite Games

Disney Scene It?, Taboo, Scattergories, Cranium

Tools of the Trade

my laptop, my worn-out copy of Wicked, and my beloved muses

Other Interests

writing, reading, singing, dancing, Wicked, The Pirate Queen

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PrincessPapillon

Nov 25, 2007

Hey all

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I haven't been on here in quite some time...  I've moved my writing over to my lj, since it's mainly fanfic now.  I'm keeping my deviantart account but not really planning on posting anything ever again. If you want to check out my fanfic (Wicked, Pirate Queen, and Chenzel), you can find it all here: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=fabala_belle Also, I keep getting comments on my two Wicked fanfic pieces that I've posted here.  For those who have read them, they've been continued on lj, so there's more to check out if you want. The Bracelet Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/wicked_fanfic/279282.html Hold Out Par

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PrincessPapillon

Mar 24, 2007

Here on this night my life begins

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So...  I'm back from seeing The Pirate Queen. Oh.  My.  God. I suppose it's more appropriate to say OMSJB (Oh my Stephanie J. Block). It wasn't exactly everything I'd hoped, mainly because I'd spoiled so much of the plot for myself and had such high expectations...  but in the past day or so I've become totally obsessed.  The music is incredible... and really, who wouldn't want to be Grace O'Malley? If you're interested in more details, I have a long, spoiler-ridden review on my lj, and a long account of my thoughts on the show on pqm.  I can direct you towards them if you'd like. After the show, we went to the stagedoor to meet the cast

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PrincessPapillon

Mar 21, 2007

Pirate Queen!

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For those who don't know, I'm absolutely obsessed with this new musical called The Pirate Queen... I've been following it online since August, and I'm in love with it.  Haven't seen it yet, though. That, however, is all about to change.  Sarah and I have been entering these trivia contests, and she won this weeks!  We got two free tickets... so we're going Thursday night.  Eeeeee! We made awesome gifts for the three leads - Stephanie J. Block, Hadley Fraser, and Marcus Chait - tonight.  Maybe I'll post pictures.  Not sure.