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Paul Hardwick Oct 2015
Today while out on duty
the most surreal thing happened to me
and all this is true
ask the taxi driver
while senking of to have a drag
on vapor ***
noticed a taxi drive sitting on the car park
i was securing for the day
Knowing it would not be used
went of to tell him this carpark will not be use
and as I did leaning in his offside window
felt something rub against me leg
looked down
only a whiled rabit ******* on my foot
said to him look at this there is a rabit sitting on foot
if he had not seen it to I would have thought I was going mad
Buit there it was just sitting there
man weerded things happen to me
no wonder I so surreal.
This story is totally true   P@ul.
have you had strange things happen to you?
Madeysin Apr 2015
ive always wanted to know why a raven is like a writing desk & why it was so important to know*

they say it was an inspiration from Poe

But in reality everything is a *theory
You're late for tea
It is what's forbidden,
But it forbids me to disobey.
I have to watch myself fall down the rabit hole.
I have to see my ambitions right in front of me,
Before they're snatched away by a desperate beggar child.
At least they can finally get what they want,
While I'm being traumatised by what I want and could have
But now never will.
Sarah Gammon Feb 2015
Anger is boiling, like a *** of water on the stove, and I can feel my veins get warm as you draw near. The web of lies you wove, trapped me in a world of pain and hatred, and caused me to lose that which I had always held dear.

I like to forgive, and I always try to forget, but you would be the first that I can never forgive. If I could cut you out of this world, like euthanizing a rabit dog at the vet, I would do it in a heartbeat, because you do not deserve to live.

Life is already ****** up without having someone to tear your confidence away, stripping you of any personality you spent your days creating. I can't believe I fell for your innocent, ******* ******* facade, and all the things you once did say. I let you in my life as a victim, and then I became the victim of us dating.

Whoever falls into your web next, I hope she has the brains to get out quick. I hope whoever else has the unfortune of meeting you realizes you're not really "sick", that these are words that hide the true meaning, that you are batshit ******* crazy and willing to beat the **** out of any person that looks at you wrong.  Man, I put up with that for too long.

I may have spent the last year building back everything that you took from me; but it may never be enough. I still go through every day with symptoms of PTSD; flinching when someone moves too fast, night terrors in the middle of the night, hyperventilating when I think I see you walk past, and anger that has stopped me from ever being "alright".

Maybe only time will really heal these wounds and turn off this oven of hatred. Or maybe I will live with this anger for the rest of my life, wishing I had done something to make this pain faded...
Copyright Sarah Gammon 2015
Micheal Wolf Sep 2013
Hidden behind the mask of today
I didn't have a word to say
A stranger enfered all was false
And walked away in a huff
White rabit was clearly off his cake
His OCD had wrecked his head
Pinochio the lying *****
Wishes his nose was his ****
But its all a joke and you can't fix
The fairy tales that other's speak
Gaffer tape can stop the noise
A baseball bat will halt the cause!
james nordlund Nov 2019
His chiding of those berating, confiding in

peers, pals, kin, from neighbors din

to seaside inn, with "backwards", caused chagrin.

My heart did jump in, "backwardness"

could never extinct humanity,

like the religion of scientism has

in only the latest 400 years

of it's tryst with oligarchy.  



"One insect damaging so much grain",

one instant evolutionarily,

destroying so much grace,

that it took the Cosmos 18 billion

years of evolution to create.

Truer words were n'er spoken,

was his snort, in retort,

as we savaged our insides on

with tonics, nuts, gin.
Inspired by a fellow Hello Poet; thanx for all you do- have a great eve'   :)   reality
Jerika Cori Mar 2011
Worry eats my gut, 
The zombie stance we all assume, 
Has pulled you under,
Due to another, 
Sleep pulls from beneath,
And demands to be follwed down,
How to cure what's been revealed,
Follow the white rabit,
Enter Alice, enter dream land,
Sleepless and deranged,
I need something,
Or someone,
To reach in and pull my mind asleep, and bring peace,
The rot of worry eats what's left.
Patrick Hart Nov 2013
are we lost in all this decadence
Like the mad hatter In us all
Trying to climb the weary gates
But sure we do fall
Into the depths of the unforeseen Rabit's Hole

no
probably not
ill forget who I am
why I am
and How i am
people will eat my vulture snacks
Ill be a lady of the night
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the
Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my
Fear.
Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe.
But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole.
So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.

Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.

Man overboard.
David StHilaire Aug 2014
..Unencumbered by ego..

This world is not permanent,
as we surf through moments of human consciousness
grabbing all the available moments to form and mold into
memories and
personal expression.
Within these thoughts we are truly alive,
acending into the mystery of imagination..
As the surf is the soul within this rabit hole of style and dance,
we light each other up brighter than the shine of a sunbeams smile.
Cascading further down into the lurid waters of lust,
as we lay bathing in the chemicals that we create between us.
Demure and reserved we are, with a modest whisper of enlightenment..
Yet enduring and logical.
a rabit
that ******
in the
garden beckon
the ***
with flatulence
there still
makes ***
green though
hallowed the
leaf with
chocolate and
a grieve
to blur
**** with
farming now
a thrill
Arcassin B Jan 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I wander in the halls where that rabit hole is,
I never knew that love could end like this,

Tiny wings flutter over me,  it's time for my
Time,
I never knew that love could end like this,
I tried and I tried to tell you that you've failed,
But you keep going,
Lied before and I've died a million times without a
care,
No use knowing,
I put every thing on the line for you and
All I get is a swarm of bees,
No sunlight or open trees and happy towns,
Just a hateful town made of paper where they
Hurt your feelings.
Love don't live here no more.
Spike Harper Oct 2016
Why does one feel the need to taunt fire.
Dangle just above.
Inticing pain.
Disregarding consequence
As if bathing in such might just scorch away the sins still felt.
From the last searing moments.
Is it hope.
This irrational graspless object.
That most won't leave the house without it.
Tomorrow..
Must be the time in which truth is found.
Even if questioning existence to faceless figments is the requirement.
Over and over does the rabit hole disintegrate the mind.
Until.
The next choice is presented.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Just have to run
just have fun
two opersit conversations
Just have to start at last
Just have to find it
where ever it is
Just have to find
what the **** this is
but tonight I feel like a star
glowing high glowing low
just seen
not being me
what I am free
what I am
I hope you will tell me one day
P@ul   S T O O D
right there
after falling down this rabit hole
and banging his head
his mind dreams on.
Just had to say that.  ***.
Follow the white rabit
Was a last documantry I've seen, I'm still running'bout it..

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