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Nina McNally Jul 2010
"Life is just like the hatter. The writing desk is  a mad place  but it helps  to love," says Alice.
Write about  baby ravens. Boy do people  run when they see a raven. Just live you're life free of  everything. I  will tell you  to feel if  you grow but don't grow  over time.
words in bold got put in.
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Nina McNally Jun 2010
Now
In the middle of the night,
Going--running--
Help me
This
M..m...m....Monster is chasing me. It's
About to eat me.
Running to be free, but running is not
Enough...but wait, it's just a nightmare.
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-title from Avenged Sevenfold-- From When Times Get Tough....Write Poetry
Nina McNally Jun 2010
"Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"
~Later, towards the end~
Alice asks, "Hatter, why is a raven like a writing desk?"
Mad Hatter: "I haven't the slightest idea."
Then Alice disappears back home.*
So why is a raven like a writing desk?
Ravens symbolizes death and to me Writing symbolizes
freedom.
But when you think about it ravens fly-- come and go as they please. Writers feel like that when they write at a writing desk--
come and go as they please.
So maybe there's the answer...
Ravens are free, and a writing desk is a place to be free.
But maybe a raven is also like a writing desk because most good poems deal with some type of grief, or joy...Every good poet deals with issues with life and the grief that comes with death. Every great writer has troubles-- look at; Edger Allen Poe, Dylan Thomas, and Emily Dickerson, just to name a few. Edger often wrote of ravens and drank, Dylan also drank, and Emily was afraid to go outside. We all have troubles, but only a certain amount of people can write about them in poetry and make the words be so beautiful. So maybe in the movie there was no answer, but it all seems to random to have no answer. So here's my answer: Freedom and Troubles, Ravens have/deal with both as well as a writer at a writing desk.
Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?
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6/28 Nina McNally
not a poem, just thoughts.
Nina McNally Jun 2010
To the
Hatter
Everyone is

Mad
As can be. Does that make him
Dangerous? No, Just a

Hatter, who is crazy as can be.
And, when that day comes he shall futterwacken...vigorously.
Time makes us more insane,
Time makes us remember
Everything from our past.
Remember and learn; Underland can be wonderful again.

"There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder,
mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You must be mad
as a hatter. [picks up his hat] Which likely I am."
~The Mad Hatter

Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
[Alice checks Hatter's temperature]
Alice: *I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a
secret. All the *best people
are.
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Nina McNally Jun 2010
Is this a dream
Or a nightmare?
it doesn't feel real, anymore.
There's too much PAIN and CONFUSING
in this real life then they promised me
when I was younger........
They told me I would have a fairy tale ending but
I don't see no fairy tale here...
They lied. I wish I had someone to tell me
not to grow up, like I do to the younger kids I meet.
Oh, how I would take to being 8 again
and not caring where or when my next meal
will be or health care.
Oh the joys of childhood
THAT I MISS.
>>Don't wish to grow up!<<
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Nina McNally, 6/20/10- From When Times Get Tough....Write Poetry
Nina McNally Mar 2010
I write this because you have change my life
You came into my life just as I needed someone to talk to too
And now you are sick.
You are the greatest thing in my life and
No matter what I will remember you always!
As I write this I listen to you sleep and listen to your sisters
sleep and wonder around and eat.
If only you can come back and feel better, tomorrow.
As I write this, I am crying because I can't let go of you.
You're my baby and you help me though so much, you and your sisters.
I love you my dear Patrick!
You are more than my pet ferret, you are my friend!
No matter what happens you will always be with me.
And if you do go to that special place, Please tell Leroy I say "Hi" and how I miss him.
Until the day we part I am praying and hoping you will get better
So you don't have to leave me this soon.
I love you baby boy! I am so glad you came into my life.
Wrote this for my ferret, Patrick. He is very sick lately
and I hope he gets better, but I don't know if he's gonna make it.
But I will pray and pray and hope for the best.
Nina McNally Mar 2010
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
This poem is written by Dorothy Parker
but I just wanted to say this poem spoke to me in a way, in which
it got me writing my own poetry.
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