Down, in a Rabbit (w)hole

This was so beautiful. A writer’s soul stuck me in the heart with this.

A Writer's Soul

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,
For the flowers here in…

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Give It All

Do you know God has a plan for you?

Did you know the world counts on you?

You sit on your couch.

Your watch that blearing screen,

till you mind drops into senseless dreams.

Working in a unhappy place.

Till the tv sends the bad things away.

You wonder how you got there.

You waste away.

But there’s a better way.

Petal to the metal.

Fill in Gods plan for you.

Do what you know you need to do.

Only you bring yourself

to this world.


Sharp Drop

I used to fly.

I felt freedom above the puffy clouds in the sky.

Now I sharply spiral down wards.

Plummeting to the rocks sticking up in shards.

Air hits my face like a whip.

The cold starts to seep through me and nip.

The rocks become closer, until I can make out every groove in their surface.

Hitting the water felt like being smacked by a mace.

But the stop clamed me.

I opened my eyes to see.

My face moved through the face of the water.

I breathed in as much air as I could consume.

I looked out of this place at the cliffs below.

They stared back at me, until I let go.

Let go of fear.

I felt that peace in my life is near.

I am Sad

I cannot believe the inhumanity of some people. Today I was eating with a group. While eating a man came and told us he thinks there’s a dog in the garbage because he heard it. One of us climbed in the garbage, one black bag was moving. Inside was a puppy. It was a pit-bull I believe. Its head was bigger than its body from starving. It was covered in gunk. I felt a real connection to the poor, preasious thing. We took it to the vet. It had what I think was Polio. It was $500 for treatment and they told us that it may still die. We couldn’t afford that. They said they’d put it down. I wanted to help it so bad. I want to find the (censored big time) who did this. We found some addresses in the bag. We’ll turn it in to the police. (They probably won’t do a thing.)

I Tried To Rhyme

I tried to rhyme.

I have no time.

Writing nonsense.

Trying to sense,

the next sentence.

Like a gigantic fence,

blocking my dispense

of a tense

political offense.

My words fall

trying to stall.

My offensive take on rhyming.

Leaves my readers crying.

I am trying.

But my words just aren’t flying.

I tried to rhyme.

I have no time.

For such a silly thing,

like a rhyme.


Evolving Perceptions

We think, but we’re not clever
We exist, but not together
We live, but not forever
The time, is now or never

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the dentist

a writer's blog

i have to get braces soon,
so i decided to expel my anxiety and anger
through a “catchy” poem

that dastardly dentist deems my death
sticking needles in my mouth as i take my last breath
i pray in my head as i wish to be dead
but instead, they take teeth from my head

i lounge in this chair as i stare at the light
it’s much too bright, but it’s better a sight
than the face of a dentist as they poke at a tooth
but they gave me a gel that’s supposed to sooth

so they send me away, drunk on drugs and laughing gas
but my time at the dentist has not come to pass
in two weeks i’ve go to go to fix my crooked smile
i wish they had lied and said “oh, not for a while

i wish they had lied, but…

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