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When Wonderland comes tumbling down, who is left to raise it up tall?
The flowers have stopped their singing, and the children can only cry,
So our dear Alice shall dive into the fanciful minds to prove once and for all,
Even forgotten memories can touch their wings to a forlorn sky.
Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.
The cards have all been shuffled; the die has been cast,
The castle walls have slowly been melting
And the summer’s moon seems it will not last,
For in the winter’s fiery gaze, all is smelting.
Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.
Her blade is at last ready, her armor complete,
But her heart and soul are as refined as a slough of peat.
Will you steel yourself for the war, dear Alice?
Or will you let yourself fall down, down, down to the maddening malice?
Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.
The flowers have stopped their singing, and the children can only cry,
So our dear Alice shall dive into the fanciful minds to prove once and for all,
Even forgotten memories can touch their wings to a forlorn sky.
Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.
The cards have all been shuffled; the die has been cast,
The castle walls have slowly been melting
And the summer’s moon seems it will not last,
For in the winter’s fiery gaze, all is smelting.
Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.
Her blade is at last ready, her armor complete,
But her heart and soul are as refined as a slough of peat.
Will you steel yourself for the war, dear Alice?
Or will you let yourself fall down, down, down to the maddening malice?
Because the White Queen is Red and the Red Queen is White,
And the Cheshire Cat keeps on grinning throughout the night.
Poor little Alice is late, late, late for a very important date,
And soon all will be lost in the final checkmate.
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You don't just die.
Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.
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The Real Writers:
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
Posers...
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monst
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I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
And drips
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change.
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
So spectacular,
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
Life.
And then?
It changes.
It changes from being such an
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This...is extremely old. Hence the crappiness of it. I wrote it during December, when I had written the prologue to a story with this plot. I've only gotten to chapter two of it and it's been six months.
but, I wanted to post this up even though it's raw and unedited and really bad. It took me awhile to write it, I remember. Blah.
Not putting this in any groups because it's mainly just a derp piece, if that makes sense. It's supposed to be like a song. That's why there's the repeating verse...it's the chorus...
Enjoy my old poetry when my mind rambles on as I'm writing it. Haha!
(the reason it's under horror is because the story itself is horror-esque, and there are inklings of it in the poem...I hope)
but, I wanted to post this up even though it's raw and unedited and really bad. It took me awhile to write it, I remember. Blah.
Not putting this in any groups because it's mainly just a derp piece, if that makes sense. It's supposed to be like a song. That's why there's the repeating verse...it's the chorus...
Enjoy my old poetry when my mind rambles on as I'm writing it. Haha!
(the reason it's under horror is because the story itself is horror-esque, and there are inklings of it in the poem...I hope)
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That was beautiful ^_^