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Wonderland is full of madness,
       That's perfect because I am too.

Wonderland is uncertain,
       That's fine because I am too.

To get to wonderland you must fall down a dark hole,
        That's okay I often do.

To be the ruler of wonderland they say you have to be as mad as a hatter,
                           Luckily, I am.
The woods are
Lovely;
Dark;
And deep;
But I have
Promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.
Credits to Robert Frost (I didn't come up with this)
When you look at me and smile
              Although that only happens
                    Once in a long while
It makes me feel like I'm loved
                But that's probably not true
                            Anyways, not from you.
It wouldn't make sense for you to like me,
                But if you do,
                       Please just keep it in lock
Because if you don't it may later break our
                             Heart.
Originally by me.
mirror mirror
The words
And
Guidance
Telling me
To never
Fall

What my mirror
Doesn't know
Is I'm
The most naive
Of them
all
Prompt: write about if your mirror started talking to you
photographs
taken
every second
as if trying to
beckon
me nearer
but the photos aren't developed
all the way
just the spots where the tears have landed
I'm sitting here crying my memories away
How can I be so
faulted?

When I say things and
trip
over my words.

When I try and make poems but my
writers block
gets in the way.

When I try and think
my thoughts
make Pandora's box's contents seem not so violent.
Tøp reference there ;)
beautiful
Is really all I can say
Your eyes like the sun;
Light up my day
Like the ocean;
Deep with a hint of blue
A tint of green
But that's what makes you
you
Prompt: Write about two people, (yourself and another or another two) making eye contact for the first time.
The wind
As it gusts
My feelings;
If I could just
Make them form
Into words
Like a perfect storm

The wind
A gentle breeze
It comes to me to send
A thoughtful quote
As it recites
It helps me dry
My eyes

*as the wind softly blows
it wipes away the tears
and that, no one knows
Watching the swirl of the wash
Watching the
colors
fade
Much like the
happiness
that once flourished

Hearing the
click clack
Of a button in the dryer
That will soon be lost and forgotten
Leaving
An empty hole in some
Old shirt
Much like a hole in my heart

Scrubbing away
A meal once
Enjoyed by me
The taste so
Vivid
Now bland with the
*****
Dish water that it's
Came to be
Prompt: write about housework
His eye
Was so
Creepy

I tried to
Be stealthy
Ah! but the door
It was
creaky

He shouted aloud
As I did the deed
Now he was dead
I could finally
sleep

Nothing against him
Not one grudge
But the vulture eye I
Tell you, he looked like a
creep

The men finally
Come over
Searching my home
But there's something
It's ticking, driving me
mad

Oh Lord!
The guilt I can stand it no more!
Look!
Here, under the floor!
They take me away
But I go knowing that it's
The most fun I've ever
**had
I'm not stealing this reference from Poe, I'm using it to write about this prompt: recreate your favorite poem in your own words.
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