#whiterabbit
My mother wakes me in the morning with a smile,
I wake up refreshed,
I walk down the carpeted stairs,
where my father cooks breakfast,
he tells me good morning,
And everything is bathed in a golden light.
I sit down at the table,
and my brother pours me orange juice,
my little sister babbles,
and the lamp starts to look weird.
My dream is stolen by reality,
I wake up in my room,
my alarm rings at 5am,
I sit up, exhausted,
to turn it off before my mother gets upset.
At school I see my only friend,
but I also see that **** white rabbit,
standing behind her,
pointing at his clock,
that's running out of time.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 10:32 AM 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
I'm busy busy busy
I'm late I'm late I'm late
I've got to meet a rabbit
I've got to meet my fate
For if you trip and stumble
And take a long long fall
You might take some comfort
In the writing on the wall
It says the cakes a lie!
The roses never were red!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
The last words that they said
There's no time for fantasy
The world's out of hand
Visit Alice another time
Curse that wonderland
We're living in the matrix
Dot dash, dot dot dot dash
We just have to accept it
As we wait for it to crash
One foot in and one foot out
Abstractify, you lazy lout
Yes, I'm sure reality's an illusion
But I can't afford to live in confusion
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 5:16 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
My chest compressed, I can not breath
And everything around me bleeds
Trapped in the rabbit hole
Where no one's supposed to go
I think me and the Mad Hatter will get along splendidly
We climbed into the tea *** boat and sail the crystal sea
And dine upon the walrus hide
We just can not be denied
Oh what fun we had sunning on the shore
All the clams gather round us,we was so adored
Oh look over yonder there is a door
Well Mad Hatter I've got to go but I shall be back
If I have to put that rabbit in a sack
To make him bring me to this wonderful place that I adore
The Mad Hatter looked at me sadly, don't open up that door
Your being silly I won't stay gone long
But something was very wrong
I opened it quickly
And what I saw made me sickly
For behide that forbidden door
In a pool of my own blood I was lying on the floor
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
So I went
down the rabbit hole
thinking I was following you, my love
They would have said
it was Mad
that's why I didn't tell anyone
that the living room table & house
was divided into different countries
America at the helm
Germany, Britain and Russia
as I stood in my chequered coat
for days on end, crying
believing people thought I was Stalin
or else, a diplomat
about to be killed
& M&S; tea, the package
being red & black
made me think of communism
( red) & fascism ( black)
& though being neither
I wanted to promptly
order my mother
to spread it amongst the people
then realized the irony of this
& refrained
instead, asking her
why she was sending signals
to the neighbors
by putting the kettle on
whilst praying for all the believers
in and of True Love
True Love,
salvation & fury
debased by them
on purpose, I thought
' Erotomaniac'
what?
Simply for wanting
to have hope?
Believing in romance?
And you,
who rejected me
you'll never know Wonderland
all you saw was a rabbit hole,
darkness & dirt
& it's true, it all just turned into barbed wire
& Angels singing, locked up
little pills at bedtime
fear, my only crime
& yet for a while before that
the world shone
& I don't know how to talk about that
it's just that I thought
every person I met
would lead me to your door
that all the songs in the world
were sung for me
& that all your poetry
was a declaration of love
just waiting to happen
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
My words have just been ramblin',
I left the rhyming state of mind.
The ace of spades is gamblin',
but the rabbit's now on time.
Elevator going down,
catching buses to the sound.
How do I know that I am late?
Time exists in spite of fate.
We're racing, now, against the clock
in circles, 'round the spokes.
I've forgotten how the ticking tocks,
for the gears have been long broke.
Darlin', won't you take my hand?
They're try'na pull you under and
together we can leave this land,
but you must know just where you stand.
-
This shortcut leads to trouble,
but you'll get there on the double.
Bad ideas, I've had a couple;
my shattered thoughts within the rubble.
Broken fragments of my mind,
my fate's aligning just in time.
To the past, I'm disinclined;
looking down an uphill climb.
-
You're sending me a message
about the faithfulness of love;
the white rabbit left me breathless,
I still don't know what you speak of.
"I chose you, please choose me, too?"
I'm running, but I don't know what to.
I've fallen down the rabbit's hole,
into a world without console.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC