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Michael Briefs Mar 2018
It may be grey and gloomy,
out on the moors,
but we have our cozy world,
inside of doors!
Our world is secret and snug
and looks out on plaintive air;
a sprawling country field with
blowing mists thither and who knows where.
We'll have our tea and our stories
and our expectant silences.
We'll let the bleak backdrop of time ebb
and flow, while we admire a vase of Irises.
Ours is a curious cradle of contentment --
just two friends living
a shared imagination against
a mad world, rife with resentment!
We'll spend the hours and stay our journey for
we have peered through the looking glass
and finally come to know:
our trip is spontaneous and
it doesn't matter which way we go!
julianna Feb 2018
Have you heard of Alice,
The girl in Wonderland?
I am sure you have.
The problem, you see
lies in the words you didn't read.
The part the writer did not need.
While Alice laid upon a bed,
Her mother watched and stroked her head.
The doctors said it was psychosis
And so they gave her higher doses.
She's over-stressed,
She is a mess,
But every day she takes her meds.
She can't find Wonderland again
And so she uses pad and pen
To write some poems, oh so sad
But they help others feel less bad
And that will help her feel less ******,
The closest thing she feels to happy.
May make changes
Nazanin Feb 2018
Nothing managed to warm me
~before burning my skin
You too tried to harm me..
~In these circles I spin

But the rabbit has warned me
~"you are running out of time"
There is not much in this land
~dreamland is too long gone

They chopped the poor rabbit's head
~his broken watch in my hand
Which only clocks the true hours
~of me in my wonderland.
My wonderland
ashley Feb 2018
little alice feels so small in the corner of the room
The walls are quite empty
The room is quite boring.
Air becomes thick within layers
overthinking shackles little alice
little alice cannot think anymore.

sometimes little alice can hear
a rabbit running outside
she so desperately wants to follow him
the little rabbit's watch ticks
the clock ticks slower
ticktickticktick
tick      tick                           ­ tick

the room
can't breathe
                                                                ­              tick
Natasha Jan 2018
apart from me
a part of me
you lay-
somewhere in between.
floating oh so
carefully, in
a neutral, languid
purgatory.

as you speak, your
words float past,
here today
and gone so fast.
tell me, dear
which conversation
will be our last?

not that I care,
I simply don't
have the energy to.
besides,
it doesn't mean
that much to me
to mean that
much to you.

though down
the rabbit hole
I go
and the other side
breaking through.
for Alice doesn't
concern herself
over the
attention she
garners from
a mere shrew.
here there and everywhere, nobody in particular and everyone at the same time
Alec Jan 2018
Popping pills
Tripping over window sills.
Climbing slick walls
Squeezing through narrow halls.

Tumbling and turning
Who’s singing?
Boa constrictor wrapping around my ribs
What’s truth and what’s fib?

Swirls and twirls cloud my vision
Like staring straight into the sun
Stretching my hands out reaching for something
The bells begin to ring and ding.

6 fingers 3 arms
Should i be alarmed?
Am i being embraced?
Fingers dance and trace.

My mind is a track, my heart in a race.
My blood is blue, my heart is gold.
Was it their heart i stole or my life i sold?

I lose the love,
The bad things begin to consume me
...
PILLS PILLS PILLS!!!!
Breathe in and out, it’s such a thrill.

Happy HaPpY HAPPY
Even to the trees, i am overtly sappy.
Jump! Sing! Dance!
Caught up in this maddening trance.

Am i alone inside the room?
Or is the room alone outside of me?
Are these human hands grabbing at  me?
Or are they demons that trace my heart unseen?

Is this an enchanting seductress?
Or is this the “big test”?
Drowsiness,
Sanity becoming less and less...

Fingernails raking down
My mind isn’t even in town.
Do the pills control my mind,
Or do you?

Are you my Queen?
Am i a King to you?
Or just a another jester for when you’re in the mood.
Do I mean anything?

You’re the Queen of too many hearts,
The minute you look at us it starts.
Off with our heads!
Sanity and common sense are dead.

We run around each other like rabbits,
Can’t keep calm! Can’t even sit!
Constantly moving, following you.
You cage me like an animal in a zoo.
I’m stuck on a leash,
Forced to follow you.

Grasping at straws,
Flowers begin to talk.
Need more meds!!
Dragons fly around my bed?!
Fires start in my head.

Where did i put them?!
My gems!!
They make me happy!!
I need them to be me!

WHERE ARE MY PILLS?!?!
Careful little rabbit or i might ****.
HAHAHAHA
Sickly smiles and terrifying wiles,
I must’ve gone mad!!
Should I be sad or glad?

HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!
WILL YOU LEAVE ME TOO??!!
Tea time, TeA TiMe!
The madness is only mine!!!

Won’t give it up,
Drink from your poisoned cup!
Follow closely behind.
Or the darkness will catch you in a bind.

I may be the Mad Hatter in this zoo,
But i was once an Alice too.
Don’t trust any Queen of Hearts,
For Her wits will drive you mad, unable to outsmart.
Kagami Oct 2013
You've heard the story. You've heard the tale of the girl falling through
The looking glass that led to a fantasy land.
But it's not all true. It is not everything it was made out to be.
The actors behind the glass mock us, telling us the stories we only dream about.
They pretend to be us, drawing us into their devilish crisis,
Telling us it is okay to imagine our demise,
We tumble into the portal,
Chasing a rabid rabbit.
It bites.
And as we become infected, the darkness creeps in, flashing lights, floating orbs,
And cursed flowers shriek like a siren, and ****** like a succubus.
The mad hatter is the only sane one compared to us, but he pretends to fit in.
And the queen, she is not as ****** as she is made out to be.
She can teach us how to hide it.
Learn us a thing or two.

Like how to paint your pale lips ruby red.
Like how to smile, even if it is fake; only some care to see the real thing.
And that is the ****** up reality. No one cares about anyone but themselves.
And that's what Alice is for. We fall for it, through the looking glass, and
Trip over our own fallen soldiers.
Natasha Dec 2017
falling, down a deep dark hole
the light at the end slowly descends
as you too,
drift into madness.

Welcome to Wonderland.

if you can dream it, you may have it, my dear.
and if you see it? it's not real my dear.
if you can touch it, it is only touching you
you are do not exist
you are but a figment of one's imagination
trapped inside a physical realm.

the wise old caterpillar, grey from never metamorphosizing,
curls down the dewy leaf
he murmurs
"scream, no one will hear you
hide, no one will find you
run, and you'll tire, just to end up right where you're standing now
you can escape all fury and pain in the world
but you can never run away from yourself."
Luna Marie Dec 2017
I woke up and felt arms around me,
I rolled over and noticed it was you.

This was everything I hope it would be,
The sun was shining and the sky was blue.

I smiled and extended my hand to touch you,
But you opened your eyes and move away.

You were out of my reach and there was nothing I could do.
I screamed your name, but you couldn't hear anything I would say.

My thoughts were then surrounded by a sound,
The faint ringing of a phone

I followed it and fell into a hole in the ground,
Then I woke in my bed alone.
Ari Nurzulaikha Dec 2017


I'm not Alice,
How could you call me that?
Although I could speak to animals,
Doesn't mean I'm that Alice,
Your Alice as you say it;



I'm not Alice,
Could you stop telling me that?
I'm trouble and a mess,
If I'm Alice I'd be lively,
And spread happiness that once gone;



My Alice, Our Alice,
People always said that to my face,
After I moved in with you,
And they saw me talking to the animals,
It weird me out so much;



I'm not Alice,
I couldn't save you,
I hope your mother happy with me leaving you,
Leave me with your disease on me,
And maybe we'll be together after this;



The street are cold and *****,
But my companion keep me warm,
It will always be animals helping me,
Because I cannot take care of myself,
I don't care if I'm that Alice people talking about,
For me that Alice has gone,
At the time you pushed me away.

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(for more, please read it on https://www.wattpad.com/501129451-inside-a-collection-of-different-poems-28-i%27m-not)


Did u know? When I write this poem, I cried thousand tears. I dreamt as if I was that Alice and she didn't have happy ending in my dreams. Its so sad and hurt to be in her place. I cannot help but continue to cry after I wake up from this dream. I asked myself; 'Why did I have to have a sad dreams?' Because I always have sad dreams each night I sleep peacefully.
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