clap if you believe
      romance isn't just for the naive
     fairytales weren't created to deceive
      they were for those who can retrieve
                  childhood desires and fantasies
                  the truth beyond the world we falsely perceive
                         
                                            if you think you know it all
                                      you don't know nearly enough
                down rabbit holes we will fall
                              things may never be as they seem
                                         it all means nothing
             if you won't let yourself dream
                        far far away is not a stupid destination
                                    lose everything to imagination
                                    use a golden loom
                                 transform criticism and doom
                                 let magic fill the room
                                 Reality is more enchanting
                than you assume
                                   
                 Opposition exists in every size
                They will tell you fairytales are tragic lies
                Not to let your heart be compromised
                They look on with poisoned eyes
            Grown cold
            Infinitely Old
                                  "Grow up,"
             they will scold
            Forgetting every secret ever told
   
            Youth is wasted on minds so predisposed
            to become disenchanted
            who want believers to be recanted
           
                The debate will commence
            discard the nonsense
           
                dissect the frog
                bury the lamp
                burn the flying carpet
                lace fairy dust with Anthrax
                demolish the castle
                pillage the kingdom
                rape the maiden
                shatter the slipper
                drain the well
                damn once upon a time straight to hell
               
                in their defense
                they want something real
                fairytales are delusions
                is what they feel
                a non-existant dessert to
                unsatisfactory meal
                oblivious  they say
                are those who get carried away
       
                is it childish to have faith?
                to possess ideals?
                to live in a place where true love exists?
                is it human to resist?
                deny emotions and insist?
               
                Poison my apple if you must
                Speak of love versus lust
                            Tell me I'm mistaken
                That it's a philosophy to be forsaken
                You can't kill my pixies
                not now or ever
                I will clap forever
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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"Diary," by Gina Marie

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