Words > Me

Hello, thank you for clicking on this digital book of poetry. These are in no way final. I may rewrite them some day and repost them, these are what just comes to mind whenever I listen to music or as dreams and I do apologize if any of this offends you I in no way want to offend anyone. So, thank you if you take the time to read anyone of these in your busy day. Thank you.


20. Dear Little Alice


Little doll, please tell me what it is behind your glass eyes.

What is it that you see?

What is it that you dream?

Will you ever be able to stand and walk towards them?

With your wooden hands outstretched?

Why can't you move?

Why aren't you singing?

To the tune of the Cheshire cat

While you move to the rhythm of the Caucus race.


Where has our little Alice gone?


Deep inside the rotting wood I know you're there,

Waiting for me to find you.

Waiting for me to hold you.

Oh little Alice don't be scared,

I know who you are.

I know where you come from.

I know that, Wonderland isn't yours.

But, a dream you wish to find.

Because your wooden hands won't move

And your legs have decayed.


Where did poor Alice go?


The small girl that hail from the land of the Looking Glass

Who wished to find her cat?

Ones whose name she had forgotten.

Which path will she choose?

And what animal did she follow?

Dear Alice, don't follow me

Wonderland is no place for a girl 

Not one who’s pure as glass.

The land is full of animals,

Ones who wish to hurt you.

And another,

Who wishes, to erase your pencil lines.


Alice. Why did you…leave?


Come back to our land,

Our land full of checkered floors

And mirror trees.

Our land where your fragile mind had always belonged.

Please Alice, don’t you quit

You nearly have the rabbit,

You’ll most certainly catch it by its tail.

Forget about the burning in your lungs,

And the loss of breath.

Forget about the pain that resides inside your chest.

And when you wake up,

You’ll promise me to count to three

And whisper your name.


Please Alice, come back.


We promise to not break you.

To hold you tightly and release you from the guillotine.

To cut the noose and let you down.

To bind your tarnished feet from the piquet.

To stitch you back up and remove you from the rack.

To cut down the strappado and place your joints back.

We promise to stitch you back up as if nothing ever happened.

Yet, you’ve trapped yourself in the small wooden doll.

Why do you refuse me?

When I was the one who created you?

Please come back and

Forgive me of my sins.

I promise to find your tatter mind,

In this wretched world we call Wonderland.

But, even if I do...

There is just one small problem.



Oh poor little Alice, no matter how much you try.

You can never leave.


I told you to close your eyes

To count to three.

And speak your name.

Yet, you closed your eyes.

Yet, you counted to three.

And sadly,

Repeated the name the cat whispered in your ear.



So, tell me little Alice. What is your real name?




[A/N: please forgive me if this has some mistakes this was written under five minuets! yay! I'm trying to write under pressure so I can get better with deadlines cause I'm bad with them.]


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