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alex 2d
I see the white rabbit.
He tells me of a place
where life doesn’t exist.
It’s not death—
but a spiral.
An endless spiral.
I don’t want life.
Nor do I want death.
So I follow him—
down,
and down.
I leave everything behind.
But my everything is also nothing.
It is worthless.
Which is why it doesn’t matter
whether I leave it or not.
There are a thousand steps.
The further down I go,
the block in my head gets bigger,
the fog around me grows thicker.
There’s a man in a funny hat.
He hands me a small bottle.
It says: antidepressants.
How wonderful.
I take them all.
I choke as they slide down my throat.
The staircase looks more swirly.
Suddenly—
I trip.
I’m falling.
Down and down.
My head hits the ground.
The brick is more like a cloud now.
I’m floating.
The rabbit looks at me.
He laughs:
“We don’t have to do anything anymore.”
Good.
I don’t want to do anything.
I think I’ll stay here for a bit—
The world swims in front of me.
For a second,
I know everything.
I scream and laugh.
What is joy?

The emotion of great delight.

He laughs—
silence.
Sasha May 18
Twisting, turning.
Frazzled twirling.
Snowflakes glistening.
Snowmen sitting.
Snowballs rolled, ready for fire.
Hot cocoa cups filled ready for hire.

Kids who've been touched by the snowflakes,
Twisting, turning.
And frazzled twirling.
Ellie Hoovs May 14
Snow falls, weaving lace from a forlorn sky
that caresses the tender edges of sand dunes.
Indigo waves buoy lamented lullabies,
filling empty drifting bottles
with salted cold foam.
Gulls screech,
shrill with curses
at the winking lighthouse
taunting the winged rats
with its cold, unreachable glow.
Silver threads of moon beams
luminesce the stardust under my feet;
my toes sink in as I pirouette
among other forgotten things:
bits of shell, braids of seaweed,
and stones of glass made smooth
by the ever-changing tides.
A clock washed ashore,
devoid of hands,
chimes notes for the unknown hour.
My footprints leave a path behind me
softly whispering my name
to the wind that welcomes me home.
Q Mar 15
All that glitters is not gold
But beyond the waking world
Wonderland calls to me
I find myself entranced
by these glimmers of warmth in my mind.
Before the bitterness of reality took over
These memories of ghosts long past
are sweetened with vulnerability
I savor them again and again
Unable or perhaps unwilling
To separate myself from their thrall
Welcome to Wonderland!
Alice looks around and decides she wants to stay a while.
Inside her brain, she can be
whatever she wants.
Inside her brain, her pain no longer exists,
and she is no longer Alice, but someone
better.
As she stares into space, she journeys deep inside her mind until she finds something new
and entirely perfect.
She found somewhere worth staying.
As she developed this new world
and her lovely characters,
paras,
she stayed for longer and longer
and was never bored again.
On the contrary, she was
happy.
Happier than she had ever been in reality.
So she wondered to herself,
Why
Leave?
But her Wonderland came at a price.
Dissociation was her plague as she fought to stay present
in what was once her reality.
As returning to her body became harder and harder,
Alice gave up trying
to fight the daydreams as they
crowded
her
mind,
leaving room for
nothing
else.
But it didn't matter.
Because in Wonderland,
Alice was content
free
loved.
She belonged.
She accepted her insanity as
beautiful.
And chose Wonderland as her home.
Everyone warned her of its dangers.
Tried to keep her
in their nightmare
reality.
But Alice vowed to
never
turn
back
as she embraced
her Wonderland
Existing in a haze
Daydreams crowd her brain
She surrendered and smiled
Said, "I think I'll stay a while"
As she stared into space
And her mind began to race
The belonging that she chased
No longer did it evade

When

Alice, Alice, bleeding soul
Fled into her rabbit hole
Dreaming of a better world
Broken, mad and all alone
Alice, Alice, don't let go
But Wonderland is her true home
She needs it so she can cope
Madder than a hatter, Alice
Broke

So now she sits alone
She's lost track of time
Gazing into the distance
She exists within her mind
Sometimes she comes back
But joy she cannot find
So in her mind she'll drown
Falling deeper down, down, down

Alice, Alice broken soul
Lives inside her rabbit hole
Seeking out a better world
One where she'll never be alone
And they cry, "Alice, don't let go!"
But Wonderland is all she knows!
Reality holds no more hope
Madder than a hatter, Alice...

Alice, Alice hopeless soul
Held captive by her rabbit hole
Her daydreams will not let her go
Lost her mind so long ago
Alice, Alice, now she knows
Her Wonderland was all a hoax
Now she's just a shadow
Madder than a hatter, Alice
Choked
Personal, poetic rewrite of ALICE by Peggy
See here's the thing,
I never believed
in fairy tales
until
I met her,
time stopped
the moment she smiled,
and since then
I have been living
In Wonderland
Asominate Oct 2023
I'm going places
And nowhere good
Leaving the neighbourhood
Of blurry faces

I'm going places
Misunderstood
I would stay, if I could
I'm changing bases

A lonely path
Accompanied by me and myself
Let out a laugh
The past, they think know hell

I'm losing grasp
Spiralling straight into wonderland
Why didn't they hold my hand?

Topsy turvy
My perspectives change
I hurt me
Fuelled by the pain

Lurching, wandering,
Perching, pondering
On a cold, wet, porcelain throne

Mixing, blending
Fixing, mending
Aimless, I push on, all alone.
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2023
~
His initial kiss
Is foraging
Ballasting

The solemn experience
Flickers by like sodium lights

It ****** the entrance
Of her thoughts
It settles at the door
To wonderland

Where and there
The pressure meets the surf
Bathing over her

A cleansing ripple
To tide her over 'til spring

~
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