#wonderland
look
there is a girl with a green-covered
book in her hands
Alice, you know it is
you feed the knot in your gut
you slip the book under
her chair when she looks away
so she'll look for it
she'll panic
and she'll find it
eventually, yes
but you are rude, mean
vile even
you think she doesn't appreciate
wonderland
as you have
you think she doesn't
also have a nothingness
buried in her
you think she doesn't also think
that she is nothing
so you took her book
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
I'm just like alice,
I'm a strange girl
lonely they say
in my own world
in my own fantasies
where no one can hurt me,
people don't see me as a normal girl
they see me as something rather different,
I've fallen in the rabbit hole of my eating disorder
in which I cant escape
I'm trapped
and I keep going deeper and deeper,
down at the bottom there's a door
a door of perfection
in which I'll never fit into
a door too small for my body
I see myself in
so I must be smaller
so I drink and drink until I'm enough
enough to fit in the door
the waves of my tears are high
rising over my body
as I run in circles on what to do in my life
I fear if I stop running
I’ll be run over
and seen as weak
so I keep and keep on running
until I become weak,
I follow down the path of someone I trust
Im in their home like im welcome
But time passes by and my body grows too big for the house
Im not small enough to fit into
The perfections of the tea and the sandwich’s
And my friend
They look at me like im crazy
Like im from another planet
And I was just too different from the rest,
Then I meet someone
They tell me ways on controlling my body
And how I can be smaller
And even though I’ve never met them before
And only in my dreams im this perfect they show me as
I trust them and take and take and take
Until im finally enough
I walk around this hole
in circles until I see someone
A smile so fake yet so sincere
She tells me were all mad here
and the words echo in my mind
mad? mad? mad
I sit on this chair
In the mad hatters tea party
Food surrounding me
Joy, happiness, hope
what was I doing here?
I smile like everything’s fine
And god everything is mad in this life
as he offered me tea and judged my body
I escape the pain
Roses are being painted red
Thorns are poking the painters to their death
and only I can touch them
blood the same color as the rose
With a smile on my face
She tells me not to paint the world, the roses, in red
But I refuse
my worlds been painted in red
In the hopeless love, the anger, the madness
Of the world and she couldnt just paint
white all over it
like it was fine??
I wake up from my dream
Still in the body I don’t wish to be in
Still the girl who’s still quite mad
And still running in circles
Trying to find her path but lost
Im like Alice they say
Everyone’s mad here.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
Sevena Smith
With seven faces
(One with a beard),
The girl next-door
Is kinda weird.
Little Alice Liddell
O Little Alice Liddell went,
All on a summer's day,
Down, down a deep, dark rabbit hole,
Landed, and went her way
Adventuring through Wonderland,
Where face cards played croquet.
She made some friends, and drank some tea,
And proved a right good lass.
She barely kept her head, and then
Awoke on English grass.
When back she went to Wonderland
'T was through the looking glass.
Gunther Gutenjunge
Gunther Gutenjunge's an eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious boy
With a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious cat,
A ztyxnmweqbdvghrpakcfljious dog,
And a baby brother who's an acrasial brat.
The Skipper
The skipper is skipping and skipping and skipping
And skipping and skipping and skipping and tripping.
Nicholas Claus
A fella named Nicholas Claus
Can't ever skip Christmas because
He delivers the toys
To the good girls and boys
Whose cookies are made for his jaws.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 4:08 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
If the world was wonderland
with potions and doors
would i still be confined
to these ceilings and floors
If the world was wonderland, would I be
considered mad?
surely not, I'm SANE
I'm normal- not crazy
If the world was wonderland
who would be the Cheshire Cat?
The queen of hearts? Alice?
Who would be this, or that?
Would that desk be the grass?
Or the chair be a cup?
Would that carpet be a pie?
In wonderland, I'd frolic, not in flowers
but it clouds
In wonderland, what couldn't I do?
Nothing isn't allowed
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
warm sun sweet liquid
dark moist hole bristles soft sand
wonder exquisite
*
* *
* *
* SUN *
\/
sweet
||
D ARK Q QQ ||| b r i St Les
s
o
f
t
sand ::::::sandcastles:::::::::holes OOO:::birth
ing
ALICE
She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie.
Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to
f o l l o w.
“Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.”
eyes to eyes magnetised
a curious movement SSSSSSS
body lost legs, arms, neck SSSSS
brain smoking shrinking SSS
ears disappearing S
ribs increasing
she felt an ***** growing
on the roof of her mouth
transmutation into worm or
serpent
how was she to know ?
Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more
shedding skin
ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied
GONE to the
BE
YOND •••>>> where no pond rip
pled
black moist silently inward
sumptuous costume velvet
lime glitter embellished
crawling s l o w l y, sleekly
spine tingling steel pins
rapidly acquiring density
s e r p en t i n e sword
struck swiftly
penetratingly
Alice feared losing her
squirm worm
already her mind was
L
O
S
T
w i t h o u t thistle f i e l d s
or jellybeans or colour-in books
lego nowhere = ego shat
te red
“Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched.
Her forked tongue grew longer
licked sides of damp musky hole
elongated, she was whole
dead alive SAFE opened merging
slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth
YET….slashed slimy
s a i l i n g sand muddy SACRED
worms and serpents crawling beside
behind, ahead ~
all heading in O N E
direction____________where to ?
“This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked.
Where t o x2x2 ?
thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart ~
“To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.”
What must I do there, her thoughts slid along.
“Nothing.”
Then why are you taking me there ?
“To see what NO THING is.”
How can I see nothing ? DNA j m
U
p s
recalibration of
strings and strands ...
“Because NO T H IN G O
D is Everything...”
They slid a l o n g > > ~ ~
slightly more haste
pace becoming faster
warm breezes flushed her
trunk. Her intestines becoming
an
~~ !!\\\/\/\/\/\!!! ~~~!!
EXPLOSIve ORANGE RIVER
GOLD dust tinged ~ flame-purified
no pebbles no grit no grime
“Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g RAY sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.”
tingling sensations swept
upwards
from tail end through heart
to centre of her new skull.
Alice panted hot ice
I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought.
“HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.”
Her body stiffened
neck area arched
scales curled f a l l
i
n
g
webby rose petals faded
through floorless floor
NOTHINGNESS and EVERYTHING
flashed L U M I N O S I T Y n a k e d
A Li ce died ** ¥ ¥¥** an e c s t a t i c
D
E
A
T
H ___
Alice Wanda Adam ~ 1.1.202O — 1.8.2025
@never.never.land
she frolicked with
Rip van Winkle
who fed her TIME and leechies
skipped alongside Goldilocks
who offered hot cinnamon porridge and
a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~
What is her name ? asked the midwife
“A L I C E” replied her Mom
“Oooo, Sweets, she’s a WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears.
mohair crochet bootied
Alice ****** HOT
mother’s milk
d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
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.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
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.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC
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.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC
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
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
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
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC
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
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
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
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 9:09 AM UTC
~
*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*
~
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 9:49 AM UTC
its like the trees are
listening to me now
sitting in their shade
the moss pulls me in
down the rabbit hole i go
falling to the depths
i hit the ground running
and have never looked back
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 12:42 PM UTC
Wonderland
The place for those who are mad.
But how mad is mad?
How mad can you be in a stressful day?
How mad can you be with something out of your control?
March Hare says he’s late for an important date.
Cheshire leads in the direction unwanted but needed.
So tell me,
How mad can wonderland be?
Loose screws
Lost ideas
Clueless identities
Tell me Alice,
So just how mad would you like to be?
As you know,
Only the best people have gone mad:
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 9:10 PM UTC
Don’t let the strong citrus scent,
Leaves you stepping back,
Come forth instead,
And welcome to the Tangerine Wonderland,
Where the orange colour stretches,
To far back,
Complimented by its fellow citrus friends,
For yellow, orange, and green,
Are the feelings,
My heart screams,
When I’m with you.
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
I dance with my bare feet, padding across the floor cracks
it was a good day as the winter's done
I was patiently waiting for the sun to rise.
You have been there and left frozen by
the time I came.
They are left haunted and nostalgic
I couldn't even took a direction without seeing the reflection of your gaze
anticipated by the prism of your paradise,
everybody fall in the thought of it is a rabbit hole; I don't want to dream about you anymore.
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
back in the days, tales from lauderdale...
yakuzzi gang from oakland park, 308
nightly waves flowin' thru brain channels
the traitor of my memories will judge me
no other day, 38ers, toni der assi, stoogie
two existences, eager brothers at arms
shake em the shake, rip and run, zippas
platin zippos, trip-apache, brave bear
the tents of the past remain as debris
as long as doom's grace feeds us lust
struggle on, lights out, turn me on, baby
shivering is the silver sun at dusk here
and gangsta poets speedin' thru alleys
fat **** frank oversees all oceans, inc.
friends at the thames, partners in crime
the green shining, ultra fresh scent, yeah
bodegas are useful for distribution
nevah, tho', enter these places at night
brooklyn heights, floor 64, 65 & 66 locked
merciless fred, sumptuous leather jacket
cuban necklace jeezy boostah, spiderman
dead blueline pitbulls, ****** cages,
rageful is the age of ours, my friends
sunday's dawn opposes my design
in the corner of my room, hidden
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 7:57 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
Standing beside a tree, near the warm and calm sea.
I pondered at the wonders of the life beneath, was it a heath or sheath?
Dazzling on a rock, grappling me along,
greeting with pleasure, leading me to the treasure
- a mermaid
The squid and the jellyfish came with a glow
paved the way with light, like the winters moonlight.
Deep underneath, like cold and dark night.
Shivering all the way, with the mermaid I go.
Anemones covered me like a blanket of snow,
and then let me slow.
Wading through the sponges,
On a strong coral, by the brittle sea star,
without a quarrel I sat.
The feather dusters moved with ease
making me freeze.
Came a shark,
very near and I trembled with fear.
Soon with a lift, away it shift.
The octopus and the butterfly fish,
what a splendid sight!
With pleasure I write.
Cared and shared my little wonderland,
In the lovely hands
away from the thunder lands.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
We're all mad here
the day you accept the bier
the moment you accept the fear
you understand, we're all mad here
We're all sad here
all is sorrow, a single tear
there is no tomorrow, no home pier
you understand, we're all sad here
We're all angry here
all is lost cause, so strange, so queer
all is far, yet so near
you understand, we're all angry here
As a white rabbit dashes by
As a time flashes by
Late, late, late
for nothing and everything, too late
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 6:42 AM UTC