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pa3que 7d
“alice, drink the potion”
they said,
“we all think
you’re a little mad.”

oh, but truly,
can’t you see?
in most cases
madness is the key.

why be fragile?
don’t collapse,
rather take some
of my stash.

hidden goods,
with you i’ll share,
just to show,
i really care.

to Wonderland,
darlin’ now, come,
take my hand.

we’ll tap-dance
from outta here,
“stop resisting!”,
they’re too near.

you’re almost there,
but then you *****,
(“was it too much?”)
they lock you up
like a maniac.
Star BG Jan 17
And I shall mix my own potion,
fighting the dark to integrate light.
It bubbles and tickles throat.
Warm and cools at same time
taunting senses.
It travels to heart
burning away old emotions
lodged that inhibit.

A grand concoction valuable but free.
Try it for a better tomorrow.

  One part love
One part forgiveness
One part trust mixed with dreams
and one part inner light.
Take as often as needed,
below full moon for best results.
inspired by chat with gabriella garcia  Thanks
KingOfHearts Nov 2018
Poured a potion into a glass
I must pause pain just for the day
Make breaking down a distant past
A few gulps in, lots less to say

Numbing the cold cumbersome wind
Feeling the nice, warm, sensation
Silent smiles, eyes rolling in
I've missed this lone meditation
I know I will wake up brought back from the potion
However, I didn't think I'd stay forever
I used it like it was just another session
A ritual of calm where I could be less altogether
Julian Caleb Nov 2018
'I've a pain in my head'
Said the suffering Beckford;
To her Doctor so dread.
'Oh! what shall I take for't?'

Said this Doctor so dread
Whose name it was Newnham.
'For this pain in your head
Ah! What can you do Ma'am?'

Said Miss Beckford, 'Suppose
If you think there's no risk,
I take a good Dose
Of calomel brisk.'--

'What a praise worthy Notion.'
Replied Mr. Newnham.
'You shall have such a potion
And so will I too Ma'am.'
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Bumping into a girl named Destiny
After stumbling on pebbles across the ocean
Left me with false notions
Of love and its nuances
I reckoned the water will always be satiny
And love is a painting
For the souls  waning
And the Sun shall always set for us
In the West
Laying slumber to the endearing scenery
Laying memories to a peaceful rest
Funnily, the tides always had an affinity
For washing away writings on the sand
Realizing now,
God didn't bring the two of us together
On this colorful land
With utmost sincerity
Towards a God named Romance

Even though Destiny
You changed places
And left me at the mercy of my fate
I know the horizon is unanchorable
Similarly, I know I shall go looking for you again
In these treacherous waters
Even during hard-hitting rain
With inchoate courage
Even when I'm somnambulant
Dying within the Earth's recesses
Within time's everlasting edifice
I shall foolishly go looking for you again
Just to erase your pain

And in my hour of demise
I won't expect you at my burial
I easily surmise

Because I hoped to grasp what was destined
For us
In the firmament
Of this exemplary universe
And as the Sun rises
During day-break
Nevertheless, the same way
And my soul will rise
Ending its indignation
Brought by You
Not being bothered by the evanescing memory of
"A man's character is his fate"-Heraclitus
Celeste Briefs Oct 2018
these ingredients
are essential
to my soul
like a potion
I inhale
its potent sweetness
so light on my tongue
it slips past my teeth,
tumbling down my throat
to reside in my belly
glowing in my heart,
awakening my bones
so I can sleep
as though I'd never
been born
duncan Jul 2018
oh brother
i wait for love like
a ship at sea.
and a hellstorm
brews like a
witches potion.
i sip quickly
it is more than
enough to
dina Jun 2018
as you walk through this forest
you duck under branches and boughs
that are the gnarled fingers of a witch
as she stirs her dark and glassy potion
resembling a puddle you peer into
and gasp when the reflection there isn't you
a creepy little forest story as something different for y'all <3 i guess this would be more appropriate in october but inspiration hit while walking my dog today
Gilang Perdana Aug 2017
even — which burned this hearth
can not break free itself — from
a gin of its own tongue — since
an ember starts from the word "fire"

an opportunity are also promises
will test its own sincerity — on
stirring-fate in a hot cauldron
which vaporized a lot of anxious

"should I believe
on the potion i made — if
that shatter in this frame
is my own fear?"
Amaranthine Jun 2017
I have a potion
to read minds
called sixth sense.
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