#aliceinwonderland
Urgency
Anxiety
Always on time
worried about being late
punctuality is his pride
Unlike everyone else in wonderland,
illogical and carefree
the white rabbit is always focused on
deadlines and responsibility
The white rabbit will catch up to you
running on his time
not yours
letting you know you're at your deadline
everything good falls in the end
it is unavoidable
he makes sure of it
that stupid white rabbit.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:34 AM UTC
I looked through the looking glass and I found myself
look ing gla d .
I looked through and I found my
o l d self,
my
o l d d
r e a m s ,
f u l
f
I l l e
d .
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
I danced around the willow tree,
creating cloud shapes from my fantasy.
When a white rabbit brushes past my ankle,
he carried a gold watch—odd—it clinked as he ran.
“I’m late! I’m late! for a very important date!” he shrieked.
I laughed, a rabbit? a gold watch? How absurd.
He saw me, pausing like I’d ruined the script, and bolted away into a hole.
And I followed, because what else do you do when curiosity sings?
It was no hole indeed, a cassette channel surfing.
The fall was painless, oddly confusing.
Time bent sideways, logic’s refusing.
Clocks—just like the rabbit’s—ticking too loud.
Just like my brain.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Which timezone, or timeline? Maybe a countdown. Who knows.
Mirrors bloomed in the dark like wildflowers,
All I could see was versions of me,
in colors, in patterns, inside out, outside in.
Each mirror shattered when I stared too long.
Each shatter revealed a door with different dates, like an apartment number.
I observed my reflection—finally, a normal mirror.
But her eyes turned blood red, the glass breaking into laughter.
Another door. I stepped through anyway, into the complex world that I am.
The ground was a chessboard. The pieces were off.
Pawns as people I’ve met. The queen is humming a melody only I know.
The sky was a sunset of words of art I’d scribble.
Spelling names I’d long forgotten.
Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours.
Alas, I met the rabbit after an eternity.
He was still in the late panic, “late for what?” I pressed.
His ears bent like a curtain, stepping sideways,
There she was, the queen of hearts, waiting for me.
her smile too wide, too eerie. “There you are!’ she exclaimed.
Teapots and teacups floating, with wings of butterflies.
An odd teacup met me. The tea with the glitter of the galaxies.
“Drink.” She mouthed. Her eyes held a sharp glimmer.
I couldn’t determine if it was an offer or a command.
Instead of sugar, it was stardust.
And for the tea, the shimmer called, like a hymn.
Soul-glitter.
Thick like my blood.
Bright as my marrow.
It was me, reduced to a cup.
The gears in my brain shifted, just like the rabbit’s clock.
Perhaps, to know myself.
I must swallow myself whole.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
Always forgotten
Always dismissed
Why can I hear my shadow hiss
A vagabond through & through
Finds solace in a tree that’s rotten
None dare to enter the rabbit hole
Yet, it seems I have no control
Wonderland, wonderland
Chasing echos that sound like commands
Praying that it’s not too late
But their eyes were already filled with hate
-PM
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
You say its all
"Mind over matter"
But I've misplaced my brain,
Its no matter anyway,
For ive got flowers in my veins!
Most are in bloom and gorgeous,
But those roses are such liars,
Im scratched up on the inside,
Pullin thorns out with pliers.
And although it looks quite messy,
I cant feel a thing,
For how can I percieve this pain,
When I still cant find my brain?!
Did I stick it in the toaster?
Did I drop it on the floor?
Maybe The cheshire cat stole it.
Just messin with my head,
Im sure.
But no, I do not mind,
Cause nothing really matters.
Im lost but im not late,
Drinkin tea with the mad hatter.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
Slowly
she began to fall
down the rabbit hole
learning about herself
and what she
believed in
it wasn't so bad there
that was when
she decided to stay
just a little longer
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
They call me the Cheshire Cat, that's my name.
A creation out of Lewis Carroll's brain.
I live in a in land of wonder you see,
and store plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
I'm a feline that can grin from ear to ear.
I can also make parts of my body disappear.
I am in love with irony and all its complications.
I adore philosophy and erratic explanations.
Speaking in metaphors, that's my intricate specialty.
I'm not insane, I just live in a different reality.
A reality that fulfills my immortal amusement.
A world where I demonstrate my brash imprudence.
Wonderland's espionage is a good title for me,
eavesdropping on all there is, nestled in my tree.
SHHHHH! I see a young girl approaching, she is coming closer.
She looks alone and lost ......I wonder??...
Curiosity can't **** this cat or make me fall.
I am a bit mad, I dare say, but aren't we all?
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
I am the Hatter who is mad, they say.
Gone around the bend in every way.
A loon of the sorts who adores riddles and tea,
drowning in a land of ecstasy.
Come with me now! And please don’t fret!
I’ll show you wonders you will never forget!
I’ll show you heaven, hell, and everything in between,
the moon, stars, spiraling galaxies!
A magical realm where nothing is what it seems,
rabbits in waistcoats and a vicious red queen.
My home has an abundance of enchanted food and drink;
when consumed it could make you grow tall or shrink.
I am the mascot of this terrain.
Everyone knows me by my name.
So, let’s go and take my hand.
To a place that Alice called Wonderland!
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
Indeed, father! The Jabberwock is nigh!
I’ll go with my vorpal sword,
his head will be no more
and slay him down, will I!
I’ll meet him in the tugley wood
by the Bandersnatch domain.
I’ll wait for him on the edge,
for his head, I’ll come to claim.
I have slain the Jabberwock,
his body will decay!
Let’s all meet by the Tumtum tree
and rejoice this frabjous day!
The slithy toves and mome raths
all now well understood. ’
Twas brillig, it was Indeed,
for it ended as it should.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
Falling down the rabbit hole
Endless darkness engulfs me
Is this my eternity?
A back slams hard on the ground
It must be mine
My body vibrates from the impact
Have I finally fallen back into reality?
N O
H E L P?
Eating pills like candy
Sweet and tangy
as they glide down my throat
Sunbathing on a mushroom
Taller than a skyscraper
Blisters cover my skin
Smoking hookah
With the butterfly's from my stomach
The Pansies dwarf me
as the tulips gawk
Their shrill laughter coating my soul
With a heart that's much too small
I bask in white roses colored with my own blood
joining the others in outcast
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
someplace else
alice never bothered leaving.
i know a thing or two about girls who jump rabbit holes —
all dead eyes and ripped laces and cigarettes;
there was no white rabbit to begin with.
i know a thing or two about girls
who run away from themselves.
alice — a wildflower as they say:
with limbs made of wilted dahlias,
with wasps nesting in her chest — alice,
has the cat not told you that
one can only lay too much flowers
on just a single grave —
just a single hollow body,
before they grow into forest of trees
from where all your nooses hang?
nonetheless, tiptoe and fall.
this way to wonderland —
this way to the rabbit hole,
this way to the cemetery,
this way to your eyes,
to your chest,
to your palms.
has the fickle cat not told you that
there was no white rabbit
in the advent of your own apocalypse?
this is your fairytale, sweet, sweet girl.
light that cigarette and set yourself on fire,
your mind already is hell anyway.
and i know a thing or two about a girl who descended to hell —
you are proserpina without the weeping.
you are proserpina without the crown.
but in someplace else,
alice never bothered leaving.
no one's waiting back at home,
and no one's waiting to be found.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
Some say that I’m as lost as Alice.
So what. Are you really that callous?
A lot also say I’m as mad as the Hatter.
But if you really cared, it wouldn’t matter.
I’ve also been told, that often my thoughts are in a different world.
Because often time I like to sing and twirl.
A few might say I’m a bit off when it comes to my head.
But I just have a big imagination, at least that’s what my mom always said.
And I’m often in a hurry, so they call me White Rabbit.
But most of the time I’m late, its kind of a habit.
I can also be a little crazy, and often considered as the Queen of Hearts.
But I will also add, I make some wicked good tarts.
But to be honest, I can go insane and smile like the Cheshire Cat.
And when I get no sleep, I can be a brat.
I feel lost and confused in reality.
And it always makes me want to flee.
So, because I’ve spent so long in Wonderland.
Can someone please take me to Neverland?
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Alice! You’re falling down the rabbit hole!
Losing yourself whole.
All of your free time spent,
Chasing this descent.
You named this place 'Wonderland'
You think it is so grand
Just remember dear,
We're all mad here!
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
He resided in wonderland
where love was beautiful
passion was peaceful
and dreams were sweet -
But he took a flight
away, out of sight
and that’s where he met me .
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
Is there a better tradition than Halloween?
When I was a child, cloaked in the velvety darkness,
The night felt like it was crackling with electricity, possibility.
Swapping candy, riding the trailer, being out late on a school night;
I realized from a young age nothing emboldens you like friends and the nighttime.
When I was a freshman in college, I saw Rocky Horror for the first time.
"Creature of the Night" rings in my ears as I
Put on makeup,
Take a swig of *****
Place on the final touches of my costume.
Halloween becomes a blurred vision of masks, laughter, and kisses.
Locking eyes across a room,
I am more alluring as
Daisy Buchanan
Holly Golightly
A fairy
Mary Poppins
Alice in Wonderland.
They're all cute, animated, familiar, warm.
Each day after Halloween is a sickly feeling,
nausea from overindulgence
I will always be emboldened by the night.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
he's always in a hurry
terrified to die
he wants to be everywhere in the shortest amount of time
the eyes always on his watch
tick tack - tick tack
never sitting still
always in motion
not stopping, not breathing
his life is running out of time
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
As she fell down the wishing well,
A stray thought wormed right in,
“Who am I?
Am I’m Alice? The one with travelled the Looking Glass?
The one who fought the Jabberwocky?
Or perhaps the one who lost her head?
My own head feels a bit lost,
So I must be her, falling down to reality.”
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Of the 364 un-birthdays, best occupied by your craziest , unthoughtful and refillable teaports, who rather like to celebrate year round with you, though uninvited, it would be wise you decline hosting the party too.
"Well, why not? What's wrong with a Thinking party everyday?"
I hear you asking. Is what they do best by default afterall -- one is naturally invited whether one likes it or not.
My reply would be "Mad Unthinking does not a party make!"
Unless you like going on hater shooting rampage. Otherwise, battling the twinkle little tea trays hovering in your delusional sky is rather, shall I say, a pointless endeavor. Far better you meditate on that.
Luckily too, the only day they wont be celebrating is that one day on your special birth date. Since it's the single time of year you're more than likeliest the happiest by design, among friends and families!
But why just limit it to a day in the entire calendar year? You should "happily uncelebrate bad-everything " or "celebrate happily good-nothing" for the 364 days in your mind. And all should be well.
Just remember, lift the tall hat and check under the hood, you may discover mad party always get you plenty of room. But they merely recycle as a visage. Chances are, you'd love to gate-crash and bring your best butter and bread knife to spread it all over time. There's no "while" as they "mean", so to speak. Especially when you are hangry and you had "nothing" yet, taking less is far healthier than filling up a buffet of nutrionless bad food. Like clouds in the sky, let them go.
About that Raven too. They are just cryptic messenger going backward and forward with unintelligible riddles that will spin your too clever head to a nevar resting point. The codename is analysis paralysis.
Akin to a kite in the sky, you can break the thread.
Otherwise, you may end up like Alice to steal time, beat time, pass time and may get lost in a treacle well with much surgarcoating and sentimentality. Only to wake up 2 hrs later than you should have, to reality around you.
So let it be known, and shed light into, the unknown parts of the 364 unbirthdays. If you manage to go out, have some social bake and cake among humans now and then, you'll soon forget to uncelebrate them and lose all the over-muchness anyway.
That's my wish for you !
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Mr White Rabbit
Take me down
To where the grass is greener
And the Queens are meaner
I'll follow you anywhere
Down that Rabbit Hole
Cerulean skirts and white lace petticoats
I pout and I cry
I sulk and I lie
Eat me, drink me
I don't know what to think
But I do think
That I pout and sulk and cry and lie
Too much
Pour me a drink
Tea in a teacup
Quibbles wrought in mercury
Perhaps not retrograde
But perhaps a renegade
I believe in fairy tales
I believe in tall tales
I believe in animal entrails
I believe, I believe, I believe
In magic and in mythology
Wonderland, oh, Wonderland
Take me to Wonderland
Let me wander through
The Land of Wonderland
Come with me
Come down the Rabbit Hole
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
I had a heart then,
but then the Queen drowned in a tea cup,
overflowing with complacency.
It’s delicate porcelain shape
a study in the emotionless.
A Jack of hearts slipped in,
To steal it all away.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
“Oh dear, oh dear”, exclaimed the rabbit
“I’ve appeared to have lost it in this havoc!”
He searched high and low
Near and far, above and below.
It wasn’t until the very last place he looked,
That he found his poetry book.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
I have a
Cheshire Cat Grin.
Just as mad
Just as eerie.
I have a Cheshire Cat Smile,
I'll coo to you in the wisps of your rage,
"Oh, but didn't you know?"
But you never knew
You never knew,
Did you?
I have a
Cheshire Cat Grin,
Because I am just as mad,
Just as eerie,
Just as innocent,
And just as deadly,
Within the words, the stories I spin,
The webs I weave.
I have a
Cheshire Cat Smile,
And, Darling Dear,
I'm Mad as a Hatter.
Did you hear?
Did you hear?
The crash and the clatter?
Did you see?
Were you there?
When all that red splattered?
I am the
Voice of the Trees at Night,
I am the
Whisper in Your Bones when Panic Takes Flight.
I am the
Cheshire Cat
And honey, look at my smile.
I am the
C
H
E
S
H
I
R
E
(They're burning in the fire!)
C
A
T
(What was that?)
Feel the shiver down your spine,
As the air of this toothy feline
Makes you wonder
Where does madness draw the line?
Do you want the answer?
Will you chance her?
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"*
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
Queen of hearts, atop your throne.
Who stole your tarts? You’re all alone.
No one to hurt, and no one to love.
Wherever you flirt, death will certainly come.
House of cards, but no one’s impressed.
No knights or bards, for you to distress.
You broke all those hearts, but they weren’t enough.
Now you’re breaking apart, and I’m calling your bluff.
A beautiful palace, for no one to see.
The whispers of Alice, “You’ll never be free.”
So young and so restless, alone with your head.
Alice is headless, but you’re truly dead.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
She grabbed her faux leather messenger bag,
threw in 3 old band t-shirts, 3 pairs of underwear,
2 bras and a couple pairs of ripped skinny jeans, her Polaroid camera to take photographs of where she goes, a book, a journal to document her thoughts, a sketch pad, a package of Marlboro Red 100's, a lighter, her iPod and some toiletries. She didn't say anything, she just out and left. No note, no warning, nothing but her mess of a room. She smiled at her room, her dream catcher, her poster-strewn walls, all of it.
And she slipped out of her window. 'Goodbye,' She thought to herself and started walking. But what she didn't know was she had
just left her life and started a brand new one. She was walking to the edge of oblivion. She was shooting herself straight off a cliff,
off of the safety under her roof, the safety of her bed, the safety of everything she left behind. All she had was that bag. 17 items. That was her life. 17 items to keep her safe, 17 items to live on for the rest of her time. For the 3 years until she was 18. Until she could show her face in public again until she could be seen. But until then, she was alone. She sparked her lighter and lit up a cigarette. All alone with her bag and a package of cigarettes. She sat down on the curb by the bus stop and began to draw. And that was that. She was lost in her mind. Her mind had run farther than she had. Because after all,
we're
all
mad
here..
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC