Life without a fairytale

Life without a fairytale

A Poem by Clare Ashbury
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So when I was a little girl

I dreamt of fairytales and golden curls

And as I grew I thought ahead

Of who might share my bed?

I never knew exactly what I was looking for

I wish I could have known before

Before I learned the word adore

Because I think I would have thought a little bit more

But yet I know through these years my life has not been a bore

Yet I do lay here with my heart quite torn

Sometimes wishing I was never born

Tinkerbell would die upon the wooden floor, because I don’t believe in fairies or fairytales anymore

Yet I’d rather read the poem by Edgar Allen Poe, to Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

I’m now afraid to open the stage door

To let my eyes wander to the people ashore

To watch my life go through a world war

Some might judge me as a w***e

The little innocent girl will never be restore

I sometimes wonder where my fairytale of love went

Love deceased by torment

And then it went….

Went to repent, the lovers betrayal

And there it told a tale

Of one night desirability

And the dishonesty care of sweet vulnerability

With the ending result of culpability

I yearning to find tranquility

And find a way to stop the tears

To play the smile of the fake, such a dare

Time and life seems so unfair

Life seemed to be just within disrepair.

© 2008 Clare Ashbury


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Omg this was so brilliant in the truth, which lies within your perfectly crafted lines. Reminded me of my own piece I posted a long time ago about how I, myself don't believe in fairytales anymore. You did a wonderful job in capturing the childlike innocence and then uncovering the harsh reality of the world we all live in.

A genuine treat to read, I applaud you on a piece well written.


Posted 16 Years Ago


Tinkerbell would die upon the wooden floor, because I don't believe in fairies or fairytales anymore

Oh, poor Tink. :) Sometimes we grow out of fairy tales and happily ever after. It's not for everyone, in fact, I think it is rarely ever true, even when it may seem as such. :) This was a great read.

Love,
Stephanie

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Clare Ashbury
Clare Ashbury

Binghamton, NY



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A great woman once wrote- �This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very oppos.. more..

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