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A rotten
bulldog desire
where slips
invite leisure
and surmount
halftime's wage
as victory
while this
lodge initiate
this lingerie
but furthermore
she will
dine in
ether starlight 
how lustfully
that ski
course hitherto.
Big Boulder a winter resort
Star BG Nov 2017
Wonderland for this being in cloak of human
is to dance with love under a rainbow sun.
To feel gentle breeze and
giggle so much it will fill the air waves
making all laugh.

Wonderland for this old soul is to prance free
with no restrictions or limitations.
To unite with one and all celebrating
in this playground called Earth.

Wonderland for this star-seed from another galaxy
is to connect to all and resonate with song
every moment releasing love
so the world would be a peaceful place
with no separation,
hate,
fear,
war,
greed,
sickness,
poverty,
violence,
judgements
or Cabal forever
inspired by che-rrie-ann Thanks
JBH Nov 2017
Follow me to wonderland!
The place where I live

A place of mystic and wonder
A place where you never have to grow up
A place to dance with the lightning and thunder

But... like all good things there is a catch

If you choose to follow me down the rabbit hole throug the hatch

The price of admission you have to pay ,its not money in stacks....

Is your sanity my dear how bout that!
And before you yell thats a gruesome
crime


Please let me explain give me the time

In wonderland
You see my dear friend in order to survive

You must truly lose mind

Other wise you will never get there
Not in this life time


So let's go hand in hand

And let's stop with this meaningless chatter

And follow to wonderland where you will become as mad as a hatter.
I wrote this in honour of my favorite childhood movie and memories
Grace Jordan Nov 2017
For ****'s sake.

How did we end up here again?

The soothing, annoying word flickers on my blue-back lit screen and I am ****** back to the tumultuous moment when once upon a time it yelled bipolar.

And here we go again.

My thoughts flick, flit, floss between teeth made for biting and real meat. They need plaque, collection, to grow and accumulate mass to progress. But there my flicking thoughts go, flossing.

I've always struggled focusing, but I just got excitable, got manic, and it would solve everything. Mania was my monster, my red bull, and now that its sated and off to Wonderland...

I'm left here, face to face, with a twitchy white rabbit wondering why I would ever think to use my pretty little head when its such a good projectile into the sky.

I had always wondered, in those whispering nights, when my hands couldn't stop moving and my head wouldn't shut up, if something was wrong. But it was silly, I had two already, full of worry then full of poles. Couldn't be another, could it?

Of course, a Grace of Wonderland always knows best, and here we are. Another bottle to drink to keep me sane.

I wonder if my fingers will thank the capsules when I might stop biting them? Or my toes? Is this why my toes always twitch and dance, why they stand center-stage in so many of my mild fantasies? After all these years, the divas that my lower digits have become may not appreciate losing their star titles.

I just want to be fine. I want to figure out how to move beyond all the strange misfires in my head. How did I survive so long without a notice? Inflates my ego to know I should have been caught by now.

Guess just like the White Rabbit, despite my widgets and worries, no one can stop me from running when I'm madly, absolutely, refusing to be late.

Graces only knows to fight with fire and fists. Tis the state of my Wonderland, and perhaps now things will only get better.
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
The magic of madness has been cast.
I'm being pulled apart by the seams,
stumbling upon the unfound door
of my flaming Wonderland.
Some doors aren't meant to be opened...
Kenya83 Feb 2017
You barged right in with not a care in the world
Of how deeply I'd fall and hit the ground
I knew I'd fell, for I hurt inside
But I could still be falling, there's no end in sight
Like Alice in a wonderland nothing seems quite right
Still I drink your potion readily and prepare to hold on tight
I catch you in my dream hoping you'll stay the entire night
My subconscious has a knowing, I'll be alone by morning light
Every time I get back up and dust myself down
You just steamroll right back through me, knocking me out
My palms left sweaty my mouth left dry
As I wonder if my feelings can lie
For here things aren't what they always appear
The pain of unknowing is my only fear
So, for now, your seas have calmed
And your storm has settled down
Left me cold and windswept
With droplets on my brow
I'll do what I must to do for now
For when night time falls again
I'll be back in my beautiful nightmare
Where you think of me now and then
Jesse Collins Aug 2017
Out of mind, out of sight
This stories far from over
And the endings mine to make
Round and round you shall go
In Wonderland you shall be
I am as mad as a hatter
Or by those who no me
I am the Mad Hatter
Ask yourself
What if it was different....
What if the hatter had a secret
What if the hatter was evil
No one would see it comin'
He'd be the unlikely foe
How different would it have been
Lurking from shadows
The fixed piece on the board
Bit by bit the world
Will tremble
Alice and friends be puppets
All the world a stage
Darker and darker
The plot thickens
Till he reveals
He's true self
I certainly don't own the Alice in Wonderland series or characters but the works have interested me for sometime especially in this case... I have always wondered what would have happened if the Mad Hatter was the bad guy.
Alec Jul 2017
Once upon a time I
Cried in agony
As the mornings solemn tune
Reminded me.
When I hid as a child
I mostly hid from the Monsters
Under my bed.
How can I
Ever become a better version of myself?
By looking at my past mistakes
And learning something new.
Part of the world is gone
And another part is cruel
And I belong
To the unexplored oceans blue
In a rush
My heart is always telling me
To act, to yell
To be alive with every cell.
If I saw it, I would know it
Since it always lingers
In my mind
Most of the time
I demand attention from my chosen family
Because I want them to know
That they're what makes me happy.
An upside down tree
Showing that I'm in Wonderland.
Like the singer who said,
"Sometimes it's just plain stupid to get into any kind of wind."
He must have known
That wind will blow
And shape something new.
In this world,
I'm not sure why,
But I have a suspicion
I'm not alone.
Eiram N Jul 2017
There’s a funny tale read to children today
about a nonsense world found in the fields
on one manic hot morning
past a bubbling stream softly singing
at the place where a curious girl took her tumble
down a long hallway full of puzzles
and doors. If you’re sane, you wouldn’t be here
but here you are now, and it’s all so queer
how food enlarges your body to epic proportions
and critters, not of your typical garden variety,
don’t bother with “excuse me’s”,
“please’s” and “thank you’s”, but most of all
a strange sight to behold, a purple cat
on how to navigate this whimsical thicket
disappears with a trace, you see, of his wide grin of glee
so let us now stroll through the wood, to the Mad Hatter’s
where a tea party goes on forever and ever
and he hasn’t the slightest idea of the answers
to his many riddles.
In the distance rose trees painted red are growing,
while the Queen of Hearts is growing red
with hot rage at her subjects
in the midst of the oddest croquet game
with hedgehogs and flamingos as the ***** and mallets.
Now you could choose to stay here, or try to depart,
I grant you this place’s not for the faint of heart
But once you leave you’ll think about it
the absurdity has made you smile.
You’ll stand again
in the fields of another manic hot morning
hoping to God that White Rabbit will again be coming
late, late, for his very important date,
otherwise the thought of it fills you with dread,
because outside the fairytale books which you once loved and read,

a Wonderland must exist!
For all the magical stories that became a part of who I am today. I think those stories are not completely gone, just lost, trapped somewhere in the boxed confines of my brain... and searching for a good poem to muster.
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