Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
PaperclipPoems Feb 2017
I tripped down an endless rabbit hole
Some might say I was swallowed
I fell down, down and tumbled around
Until I forgot the land of tomorrow.

I met Alice and she was darling
We sipped tea and spoke of rhymes
Trying to decode the words of the Hatter
Searching for where the rabbit lost his time.

We danced on the shore of day and night
Followed paths until they were swept away
And when we were tired and had enough
We snuck into court and extended our stay.

Alice and I, oh how we fell
Off the earth and into an abyss
Absorbed by each other, forgetting our troubles
Spending each remaining day in complete bliss.
Tony Luxton Nov 2016
I love these old snickelways
and lanes in York, my second home.
This one's dark, damp, mysterious,
narrow single file uneven path,
cantilevered street lamp half way down,
sun setting at the far end.

A woman walks ahead, squeezing
through, blinding sunlit halo.
Difficult to distinguish. Not quite right.

'Can I help', I cry. She just moans
and shuffles on, head lolling,
curious scarf wrapped round her neck.

A postcard from the shop next door explains:
'Alice Smith lived here,
died in eighteen hundred and twenty-five.
Hanged for being mad.
Mad Alice Lane, York'.
Hannah Gaines Oct 2016
Hello my dear,
Have I seen you before?
Perhaps somewhere in another land,
Have you heard of Wonderland?

I live in such a place,
I have strange friends,
I can see that you don't understand what I am saying,
My dear, we're all mad in Wonderland.

One of my friends is a hatter, who has gone mad,
Another is a grinning cat who disappears a lot,
I can see that you think I'm bonkers,
My dear, we're all mad in Wonderland.

I am mad too, for I talk to myself,
Scolding myself for doing idiotic things,
I slayed the Jabberwock,
My dear, everyone is mad in Wonderland.
Ian Moonsy Oct 2016
Every story started
With a "Once Upon a Time"
A kiss to end
It's a Happy Ever After,
isn't it sublime?

A prince and a princess,
or two souls from the same star;
Upon meeting, each other did they miss
Only three words to keep
only a moment of bliss.

To shake off the hatred,
and put in the divine.
He simply gazed at her;
A fiery apparition, dreadful, beautiful
other-worldly in a dress of lime.

So and so, in the name of Love
Cupid's arrow;
Could say it was a wasted thing
Falling from the skies above,
Disaster will soon follow.

Dear boy, from the steps of high,
Grey clouds hiding a summer sky.
This ending, did you know it by
The hurt of this world, words to suffer
Did you think you could fly?

You let her know,
And you think she felt like it was just a show;
An elaborate veil of trickery
Interchangeable as a river's flow
No matter what else, it hit you like a blow.

But if you only knew, dear boy
The love she harbored like hidden, sweetened wine.
Too much would **** her, but to taste it is too fine.
Enough to counter fallacies or lies, a truth over too many tries,
But you already left without knowing the signs.

She loved you, but only if she enough knew.
The monstrous hurt, the peace too few.
Things that haunted your head at night,
That kept you from people, out of sight,
She tried to keep you safe, but now you've taken flight.

You're gone, she's not alright;
Your passing is a daily visitor in her sleepless nights.
You could have still been her everything,
If not for the dangers her being with you posed.
She should have, she could have; now you're just a ghost.

The crazy things we do for Love:
Not only to defy an inferno,
But even to curse the heavens above.
But when it's Life and its traditions coming to cut the thread
There's only little time left until the feelings are dead.

Dying until there's something to save it;
A raging fire falling into embers to ashes,
Waiting for Love and its holy answers.
Hope is like a thunderous night on the prow of a ship,
being broken and tested through a tempest.

But that ship's broken; she's barely survived,
The anchor's gone, the fires aren't alive.
She's the hollow of one; Pan's spectre floating in the moonlight.
There wasn't anything else to keep those eyes bright,
Only a silhouette of what you could have been; a rare and beautiful, fleeting sight.

If Alice only knew, but, unchangeable, this is now your fate.
If she only knew how quick this would take you.
Protection over something loved could **** too;
If she only knew what thing else to do,
To show love, to hold you, but now you're gone and it's too late.
Tim S Aug 2016
For the smallest of stature,
She was the biggest in the room.
It lit up whenever she entered,
And I did all that I could to not make a fool of myself.

It only took a weekend for me to fall hard.
She was quirky, but serious,
She was cute, but beautiful,
And I tried everything that I could to not get reeled in.

Less than seventy two hours...
That's all it took for me to feel like I had fallen seventy two stories.
And just like that,
I had to leave her and Ellicot City behind.

It was the longest three hour drive.
Back to New York City I went,
Leaving her and the weekend in my rear view mirror.
Heaven only knows when I'll see her again.
Sometimes you meet someone at the most inopportune time. This a story of one of those times. Here's to you, Alice.
Mollie Grant Aug 2016
Alice said "eat me" and I complied.
I dined on her dreams
and got drunk on her laughter
and grew to be too much for her in the end.

I wish she would have warned me
that the ways in which she changed me
would leave me alone at the bottom of
the rabbit hole–

I think one time I used to call it home down there.
Poetic T Jun 2016
A party of fake facades, smiles etched
like lingering cyanide upon already
dead words not yet muttered in my
direction. I listened to there boorish
musings of how men are of "who cares...

Upon my glances was seen a wisp of
Ash coloured in the essence of a butterfly
I tried to heed its name, but like an ember
it baited me in wonderment of what it
was, then all had fallen leaving a cage of bone.

It fell between the shimmer of a mirror and
descended into nothingness. But alas my
crime of boredom had been captured by
eyes of screams. She had it coming looking
like I was lower now she doesn't breath.

Lingering on my demise of a white jacket,
filthy white room of a looming lobotomy.
Partly shaven head, not my locks of gold.
To sit in a room of regrets but not remembering
What was after another round of shock therapy.

Snapping out of that realm of reflection I lunged
forward, no looking back as it weaved around my
being. Lament essence radiated around me, I
was between a motion and nothingness. I was falling
to another fate of ill thought through reasoning.

As I weaved in and out what was and what is, I
was on a shelf of unproportioned size, where once
I was of stature now I was not. Last times thoughts
beckoned me forward as if some lingering force was
to give me a demise I wouldn't want in either place.

I lunged forward seeing what was again anew,
little egg needed to be taught a lesson.So with no
thought I jumped upon a steed and crushed his
shell under his hooves, breakfast is ready I told the
kings men, devouring the bludgeoned eggy once again.

Then I saw the cage anew talking of a friend feeling so
Not himself under the thoughts of the blue moon.
I thanked him and with a smile, decapitating his wings
from his form. As I knew what was about to befall myself
as walked once again through that door.

But the first step wasn't as before, I feel through the
heavens and wings were now like leafs in my palm
dripping tiny ebbs of blood. I passed the vultures
that lingered near that place many fell through, but
I was not a supper for a wonderland bird.

I landed upon crimson blossom, descending upon the
remnant pieces of who'd fallen before. My old friends
where here as if waiting to see if tragedy had  befell me
on this fall. I glanced around to see misgivings of eyes,
As rabbit stood before me?

"Rabbit how can this be,

"That's was my brother,
"Many more have fallen since last you eat
upon my brothers flesh for tea,


There standing needle marks ever visually punctured
upon her white flesh, newly dripping blood did I see.

"Fear not it is but a trickle my dear,
"I overdosed the last time we saw,
"But I was clean for a while, but it called to me,

Last but not least I felt a wet sensation between
thighs and knew of only one of this crudity,
first was eyes then a smile, but least of did
it last long at all. As foot greeted its smirk
turning it in to a ****** frown.

"What brings me to this place once again?

"Tis the hatter he has not killed a soul,
"Not stabbed or cut, concealed breath,
"He isn't as you knew him, that look
faded from his eyes,


I looked upon sorrowful faces, they need
the killer they loved to hear make others
scream. The gardens hadn't flourished since,
No blood roses feeding on those beneath.
They were wilting without his feed.

Bewilderment as I took steps towards his door,
where once jagged slashes had all but destroyed
the door, his voices were many all telling him to
****, but now I stand before a door painted in lilac
and a knocker saying "Hi I welcome you,


To Be Continued.......
hanellie May 2016
the world is shrinking around me
or am I too big for my body ?
the heart throbbing off beat
the little hand shaking out of sync
emotions screeching down the throat
only the constant drone of my fears
endlessly ringing in my ears
drowning in my own tears
Oh I wished I hadn’t cried this much
Next page