No one understands
that when you fall
when you’re dying
when the blood pours out of your soul
that’s when you become strong.
So when everyone you know turns their backs on you
just know that’s when the most beautiful flowers grow.
What haunts my mind so that I believe I am,
like Alice in Wonderland?
Is it wrong to be like this?
To be tormented with perpetual bliss.
Sanity locked away in the corners of my mind
as if it committed a crime.
My words are so straight
they are bent in a loop.
People fear me because
they know what I say is true.
Maybe it is not I who is crazy,
but it is you.
This was so beautiful. A writer’s soul stuck me in the heart with this.
Alice chose to fall down with the rabbit, to be lost to the madness of wonderland.
I refuse to give into insanity, the grief of maddens and depravity,
For an unsound mind will never sway a righteous heart,
Oh, but how naïve I was. Fairy-tales are always much darker than depicted,
Wonderland was but a blessing to my chaotic mind,
A trick Alice must have learned from her beloved Hatter.
The looking glass cuts so deep that the Cheshire cannot help but grin,
And the clock begins to tick as crazy and mindless as the minutes that do not pass.
Half past Tea Time, the liquid spills unto the saucer.
So sing with the roses and tulips and lilies,
A song so deadly, the Duchess clings to her crying babe, Alice shuts her ears tight.
Lets hope they don’t smother you in their lyrical game,
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Sailing across a misty sea
what my poor eyes did see.
Upon dark water
a transparent ship.
Without crew it flew
above the depths.
It headed right for me
and fear took hold.
Its cannons rose and low and behold
it hit my ship, the Destiny.
She crackled and spit
and out with it.
We sunk to the bottom of the Black Sea.
And now I’m the captain,
the ruler of seas,
sailing on the Ghost Ship.
Merry Christmas to the poor and rich.
I hope that snow fills your street
and warmth fills your heart.
I hope that presents and stockings
make you happy.
But I hope you don’t forget,
that Jesus died for you.
And Christmas is the day to
celebrate his birth.
Merry Christmas and God bless.
You found him in an empty alley.
You took him home and gave it a life.
Now the dog is your best friend.
He follows your every move.
He guards the door and keeps you safe.
Dogs are men’s’ best friend.
What would we do with out them?
Gold and Sun were once great fun.
But then the summer was gone.
I walk to the water of
A thin layer of ice,
sheer and sheen,
covers the lake of summer’s past.
Hey, happy Halloween everybody!! I’m sorry I didn’t get any scary stories out. Instead of a story or poem lets do something fun. I’m going to ask a question and if you want to you can answer.
What is your Halloween tradition?
If you want leave your answer in the comments.