"tweedle" poems
How glorious it once was
My Wonderland
Singing flowers, unbirthday parties
And painting roses red
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
Laughing, playing jubilantly
White Rose
Beautiful, brave
Shy Violet
Strong, sweet
Hatter
Protective, playful
Gave hope, kindness, love
I grew older
Wonder fading
Until only madness remained
My dormouse hid in his little teapot
My Cheshire cat disappeared
The Queen of Hearts gave misery
Tied in a treacherous bow
The caterpillar tried to transform
Toxic, ***** fear
Beware the Jabberwock, my dear
He wants you for his bed
My love, the Hatter left me
One golden afternoon
Devoid of wonder
Doomed to ache
The White Rabbit came
And took me by the hand
To lead me from my once wondrous Wonderland
You’re late You’re late
Your future will not wait
No time to say “I love you, Goodbye”
You’re late You’re late You’re late
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
If you ever feel,
Like you are an accident,
Just close your eyes,
And listen to the birds,
Tweedle-ee, tweedle-oo,
Hear the sway of the leaves,
Shhhhhh... shhhhhh,
Open your eyes,
See the blue sky,
The green grass,
The fresh air,
And remember,
You
Are
Loved.
Wanted.
Do not give up.
Keep pressing on.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
Dining on copious amounts of serotonin
Dopamine fiend
I get called a terrible teen
Lack of melotonin
Sleepless dreams
Of seizing opportunities
But I don't participate in life; truancy
I guess I'm nothing more than another one of heroin's machines
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
Trapped in the rabbit hole, forever a lifelong journey
To meet and greet the cards and paint the roses red.
Sipping tea from cups that look more like forks.
Where has the Hatter gone, along with his parter the Hare?
And what of Mr. Dormouse? He's gotta be in there.
The Queen of Hearts has faded away, like a palpitation.
The Cheshire cat has spent his nine, giggling in the dark.
Dare we speak of Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee?
They got a domestic partnership, and live forever as combs.
Then we come to the White Rabbit, who seemingly late
had to be eaten, and tasted rather great.
The most pleasing thing to my mind
Was that the flower bed, soft for chattering lilies and roses
Was now harder than fruitcake, severing their vocal chords.
Now they just stood there, silent and foreboding.
All the while, I was the hub of Wonderland.
That's what you get when an Amazon goes down the Rabbit hole.
(Inspired from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass)
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Half-sane near the Seine
with my Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum
who lifted her skirts
to give the lie to the Oriental Lie,
I thought it apposite that an insane
clochard stood a speaker's distance
and masticated franc notes like portions
of ****** "pain" while he ogled
the impenetrable ideogram of
The Beast With Two Backs penetrating
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
We followed the girl with the flossy blonde wig
like she were the march hare- late late late.
I was in an art deco trapeze top and size 3 blue jeans,
Lord & Taylor boots I bought with a 100 dollar gift card.
15, freshly single, pregamed,
and ready to blend in with the co-eds.
Flossy Blonde was short and thin- in a red number
walking way fast to the apartment I think we were invited to.
The crew I was with was incredibly drunk and incredibly gay
and I couldn't wait to go to a real party.
Flossy Blonde disappears into a doorway-
with generic flashing dorm-room lights
spilling out of it
along with cigarette brigades
of Tweedle dee
and Tweedle dum.
I didn't know it then,
but those seniors couldn't escape expectation.
There was a pole installed in the middle of the room.
A caterpillar man in a tiny suit and bow tie, big hipster glasses,
was grinding to Gaga on it,
There was no tea-
but everyone was equipped with
jungle juice that made them bigger or smaller.
Flossy blonde was there getting her drink on,
throwing her hips around.
Her cotton-tail wiggled a little.
Passion red lights flashed on her outfit.
I danced with her, and this
what would now be called "bro"
but then just an unavoidable deterrence
with a fractioned hat.
My vision was getting blurry-
must have been the kool-aid.
And now my memory is, too,
because I keep thinking
The Queen of Hearts was there cheering us on-
Because a purple cat meowed "We want to see you kiss!"
And so I gave Flossy Blonde a sloppy one-
and the room erupted with lava loudness,
ruckus and applause.
She giggled a little-
as we sat on a love seat,
I proceeded to exclaim,
"I kiss way better when I'm not sloshed."
and then I woke up under a tree.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
♥ Bake your love into little jam **** Heart s
then fill the daintiest bone china teacup s
from fresh pots of liquid wisdom tea se
Add some tweedle-dee lump s
maybe one, or, stir in two
Jokers, for a special brew Now, would you like to pour, or, shall I?
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
her name was Alice
(or so they say)
she fell down the rabbit hole
(one random day)
and met some peculiar creatures
(whether they were real or not)
she claims they existed
(not only in her head)
but no one ever saw them
because Alice was dead
the fall sent her whirling
into an imaginary world
she met tweedle dee and tweedle dum,
(who she says we're loads of fun)
a rabbit who was constantly late,
(who no one seemed to really hate)
and a mat hatter
(who seemed to make it all better)
and took her on glorious adventures
it all sounds quite wonderful
but Alice was mad you see
she claimed that
"all the best people are"
but no sane person believed her.
Alice was dead in the head
and lost to the world.
my name is Alice
and when I fell down that rabbit hole
all time stopped
I fell in love with adventure
and learned how to have fun
it's okay that no one believes me
I know it was real
and one day
I won't have to say goodbye
to the wonderful land they call wonderland
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
Let grateful, itself kiss your skin.
Let it twirl and wisp around those fingertips you can tweedle with,
to
write, draw, make unimaginable,wonderful
untitled somethings.
Slowly but surely,
that effervescent feeling bubble into your body;
sparks of bliss lighting those dark, dark oblivions.
I don't care!
Let those words
carelessly snuggle
themselves
in
the lines of your fingerprint.
Bare those pearly whites
everywhere,
sweet-heart!
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
I've always loved Alice in Wonderland
Ever since I was little.
I was never quite sure why,
but then I realized,
I was jealous.
Jealous of Alice.
I wanted a Wonderland of my own.
I wanted to have tea with the Madhatter
and my very own Un-birthday party.
I wanted to hold hand with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum,
and walk through that beautiful place,
While they showed me around.
Now that I've grown up I have different desires.
I want to smoke hookah with the Caterpillar,
and talk about life with the Cheshire Cat.
I want to dethrone the Red Queen
and free all her guards.
I want to escape my world
and go there.
I like this life, at times.
But it's just not for me.
I want to be free.
I want to follow the White Rabbit around,
to see what he does all day.
I want to paint all the red roses my very own blue, and purple.
I want to go to a place where it's always tea time.
I want to explore.
Just like Alice,
I'm a different person today,
than I was yesterday.
And the day before that,
and the day before that.
I want to go mad,
and not receive society's judgments for it.
I want to go to a place,
where I'll be accepted as I am.
Where all it takes to get there is
just a simple seemingly long fall down a rabbit hole.
Where the plants sing,
and the animals talk.
I want to go to that place,
I get scared sometimes
that I'm losing my muchness.
I get scared that my thoughts are making sense,
I don't want them to make sense.
I want to be at that place
where non-sense is accepted.
And they'll all love me for who I am.
I've come to realize what I really want is a Wonderland,
not a reality.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
I happened to fall down a great big hole
And the dive into darkness shook my soul
The world then turned upside down
when I saw locked doors all around
I chased after a hopping bundle of white
searching for happiness and some light
Crying a pool of tears
How in the world did I get here?
Thats when I met you and your smiling face
I thought I had finally found hope in this place
Your grin beamed like a crescent moon
So captivating I couldn't help but swoon
So cheeky, fun, and hypnotizing
I didn't know you were secretly criticizing
You told me which way to go
I can't believe I didn't know
I never thought that the nice boy,
would be made of smoke
You’re a liar, a Cheshire cat
I can't believe I ever trusted that
That devilish smile, and those big bright eyes
How could I not see through that disguise?
Should have listened to the wise words said
By a blue oracle whispering in my head
You tricked me, looks like I was used
But it doesn't matter as long as you're amused?
I feel like shrinking in my skin
at the thought of your incessant grin
I thought you were there for me
That you cared for me
But that was an act, a front, a lie
I Discovered a teaspoon of truth
and said goodbye
I'm sorry, baby, but you’re a pig
With deceitful eyes and smile that's big
You’re a red rose that's painted itself white
Later I knew something wasn't right
But I should have seen it right from the start
You're nothing but a beautiful but sour ****
Did you think I wouldn’t notice how distant you’ve become?
Well then,Dear, you're as stupid as tweedle dee and tweedle dum
I saw your game, your stack of cards
You led me to trust your delusive accords
You left me here, amongst the chaos and confusion
Sick from a potion I had to drink to believe your delusion
I'm the queen of a broken heart and all I see is red
If I had my way, it would be
“Off with your head!”
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Turvy-topsy,
Windwhirl
Up-down through the rabbit hole.
Mushroom tea-gardens,
"Eat me," "Drink me,"
The world is downside-up.
Clusterfucks of growing and shrinking,
Dum-Tweedle and Dee-Tweedle guide/block;
Cheshire's smile mocks from above.
Twisters, misters, no sisters.
Confusion reigns supreme.
OFF WITH HER HEAD!
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Last 'eve I came upon my Walk
which said to me in baneful talk,
"Do carry on,
the day is gone,
and do not sit to write or squawk!"
I stood up in exasperation,
heeding to the consultation,
by chance I see,
oh could it be?
My one and only Adoration!
"My Love, my Dear,
why do you linger?"
Said my Darling unto me.
"You stay too long
in Thought and Song
and do not work,
nor lift a finger!"
"This Poem's my work,"
I quick defended,
"All these Abstracts I've befriended.
It takes a long time
to convince them to rhyme
and my poem's not halfway ended!"
Just then Leisure showed up on the scene.
"Why would you say that?
Why be so mean?
Can't you see that she works hard
'most every day?
Those nouns, verbs, and adjectives
get in the way!"
He said this to shield me
from Love's wicked glances.
With Tweedle and Dum
and a bottle of ***
he sat down to enjoy my advances.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
Tweedle One and Tweedle Two
Stood impatient at the Gate
Waiting on each other to go in
"You go first," said Number One;
"By all means, NO!" said Tweedle Two,
"I'll always follow you!"
So still they stand, the Tweedle Twins,
Humbugs for life's old manners,
Immobile human bowling pins
So bent on form and social matters....
Come rain or snow, they remain so,
Determined to the last to hesitate
On point of order at the garden gate.
Published March 16, 2013
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
*i loved him in pure, unadulterated innocence,
whilst knowing he was anything but innocent,
and that's quite alright*
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
Tweedle-dum, tweedle-dire,
I met a man who was all fire
"I fight for justice, I seek revenge,
I use violence to avenge".
Tweedle-dum, tweedle-dice
I met a man who was like ice
"I use my words to get my way
My tongue is a whip and you will pay".
Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dallow,
I met a man who was a shadow
"I keep secrets in the night,
Never exposing them to the light."
Tweedle-dee, he looked lost,
This angel I knew called Permafrost
"I do what I must to provide good advice,
Fate can wait and chance is but a dice."
Tweedle-o, oh I dare,
To tell you about a demon named Nightmare
"To **** you is my ultimate goal,
I'll bleed you out and devour your soul."
Tweedle-o, tweedle roolf,
I was surprised to meet a wolf
"I supply to those in need,
I protect and defend this wolf-pack I lead".
I realise I've been talking to myself
"Who am I, or am I someone else?"
I laugh and smile as I figure, in the end,
That I already know who I am
All of them, and they make me
I am Conor:
A wolf, an angel, a demon,
Two opposites and
A shadow
All under my name
Tweedle-o, that was easy,
Now you know what makes me.... me.
:)
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
My palms split open on my broken heart
My blood paints the roses red
The lying rabbit runs away
taking a few shards
of my shattered looking glass heart
to adorn her shallow watch
Grasping slivers I tumble down
tears and blood
mingling with a salted tang
screams rip my throat
nightmares choke my mind
Her watch ticks on...
Bitter cold gives way to golden afternoon
my no longer white Rose lies with Tweedle Dum
wrapped in rapture
loving, living, in the sun
Shy Violet hovers at the edge
twinkling in and out
Cheshire cat wears a different face
luring me with a flashy grin
I reach out in friendship, shiver away in fear
moving through the Red Queen's maze
The Carpenter walks beside me
confessing love I do not have
The Hatter appears before me
reaching out, sea colored eyes bright
His touch so bittersweet I sigh
He'll leave again when the gold fades...
As the momeraths scamper and play
the flowers whisper "You'll be okay"
While doctors force pills down my throat
and strap me to a bed
the Jabberwock lurks inside
clawing. shrieking.
OFF WITH YOUR HEAD
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
Unknown
I'm lost
In a wonderland a world I’ll never remember where I'm going or the way home.
The mad hatter laughs at my scrunched up face and the cat smiles pierce my skin.
That slimy smile that greatest laugh, I'm lost in wonderland, could I be lost with you.
But no your in neverland flying in the sky fighting pirates flirting with mermaids I think I’ll go and hide cuz the queen is searching for my head and I’m close to being dead. But tweedle dee and tweedle dum har far for my sight searching for the rabbit who is all shades a white. But white has left this place and all I see is read until the queen with finding me and sure will have my head.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
Did I fall down the rabbit hole?
Am I lost within this land?
Because everyone around me
Is completely and utterly mad
Am I wondering through the forest
Talking to the Cheshire cat
Tell me the right way to go
But he's preoccupied by a rat
Did I stumble upon the mad hatter
With his sanity wearing thin
Its a very happy unbirthday
he wearig this painful grin
Did I run into the Queen of hearts
Interrupting a croquet game
Off with their heads
She's giving me the blame
Did I run into tweedle dum and dee
Singing me their stories
how do ya do shakehands
Listening to them fills me worries
Did I finally meet another the same
The dearly beloved Alice
Who in the world am I
But its clear she's merely followed the rabbit
A white rabbit leading the way
Do i follow him, will he lead me astray
I'm late! I'm Late! for a very important date
The way he's going I'll never escape
So why am I trapped here
In such a world of madness
The more I think about it
I'm just trapped in my own sadness
So how do I escape from myself
From a world of pure imagination
How do I run from this
Run, From my own creations
There is no possible exit
From a world I don't understand
So I'll sit here and wait
Until I figure out a plan
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Twiddle dee doo
A watch from afar
Tweedle dee dah
I gaze upon my star
Clear skies to my delight
Nesting alone - peace, quiet
Best* night by far
A lost lightning bolt zaps*
A thrill through my spine
My mouth agape
My calm night has ended its time.
The lightning bolt nailed its target
A fresh, green lime
2 feet from where I was rooted.
Fri, may 19, 2017 3:09pm
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
dear reader
youve been up for hours
you seem so tired.
staring silently while you're crawling quietly tracing reality quickly devouring all of the star dust beyond.
you slip violently
ducking beneath rabbit holes and roots
the water rushing up to meet you
a harsh reality greets you.
fresh palm air ghosting through thine whispers of hair and the seagulls they blare a snappy tune
a cookie to grow
a potion to shrink
honestly a story
to make you think
nonsense!
you cry you bemoan you scream
where are the jokes
there wasnt meant to be any
it was ment to have a point
to make people think
the end is never the end is never the end
your twisted mind starts bickering
two cheshire cats? tweedle dee tweedle doo
tick tock
stop that clock
the small blue bunny runs far away
children with screens
implanted in their tummies
oh so yummy
so delicious
so impure
the rapture of the gods
the magic of beyond
sweet candy houses
tall angry mouses
a dream or reality
who is to say
forced joliety
joy
thats my policy
:)
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC
I left feathers on your pillow
and you threw them away
I whistled a song outside your window
and you closed the blinds
I tried to build a soft place for you to lay
but you stepped on it
I thought you loved birds
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
It was there
though I don't know how it got
there
I can tell you with a considerably high degree of confidence
of it's presence and location within
space
and
time
for I see myself practicing an alchemy
with thoughts deranged making their way
into the stew
the broth in the brew
into not one, but two magnum opusi
tweedle deedle dee and tweedly umbi
get 'em by
I see myself succeeding in this alchemical work
playing itself outside of me
and pretending it's a poem
This alchemical voice all too often silenced
before the pivotal motive of the book has been read
burning bushes it returns
and it is to this location I direct you
when I say I know where it is
and though I do not inform you
of the items in the magical box
when I pulled them from my hat
they were all there
they were all alone, crying, some with real tears
others substituting with expensive reproductions
I couldn't tell you what's in my heart right now
if you'd let me
I stand condemned, alone, leaving this
life atoned
I don't even know
It's full of ghosts and dead bones
filled with history and broken dreams
to the brim with emotion
to the extent
that a heart can be broken
I claim mind has been broken a few times
and it never crossed mind
how the last time was worse than the last time
and every time was just like that
So look out, I'm courtin' the jester
I'm on the hunt for a crime
I'm telling lies just for lying
and I am not distracted by the dramatic strains
of Franz Schubert's 8th symphony, ushering in
the dramatic while I sit and try to think
of something to say
and a way I can say it
with meaningless syntax
and dreamless taxed sin
that's the stuff I'm wallowing in
it's like gooey taffy, the color of Granny Smith
apples
even smells like green apple, the kind God doesn't grow
in Indianapolis in the summertime
I'm assuming that's to imply
that apples can be found on each and every tree
when the magical season of summer is in session
and that there has never been a summer that has not
brought us much and more ever needed
never in need of anything more
I was that poet voice
took a liking to your mind
together we rollicked in forests
and made shepherd's pie on St. Patty's Day
and what a day, that day, Patty O'the Day
I gave you the words on this page
Though their eventual response be rage
Try to find meaning in them
I dare you
It cannot be done
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
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/ ) \
/\
( duh )
••
The girl
Looked out of her prison
And saw
The world !
••
( scary place ! )
////
Jumped back into prison
And played it safe
/////
The child remains on the street alone
•
We wait for the policeman to shoot him down
••
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
The days come & go
The land of nothingness
Reach for the Stars
The sky is clear
Hurry, the time is near
A clock with no face
Throw my hands
in the air
Keep going, I must care
Tweedle Dee
I'm Dum too
Grasping at straws
A figment of my imagination
Abra Cadabra
**** They're gone
My hopes and dreams
Pissin' in the wind
Go, go, go
Falllllll
Splat!!
Lower my expectations
I am trespassing
Who goes there?
Yay, though I walk thru the valley
Quicksand
Throw my hands
in the air
White flag
Bring the final
curtain down.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC