Alice of Sorts

by [Neon/] ©   Dec 6, 2004


Rosy red cheeks...
porcelain white face...
No one seems to think...
her smiles might be fake.

She talks to herself...
the voices in her head.
They tell her to do bad things...
and that she\'d be better off dead.

Everyday she falls further...
deeper into her mind.
She wants to be like Poe...
drinking nasty turpentine.

She creates her own world...
truly one of a kind.
Where she can drink tea...
and where madness is defined.

this poem is not finished yet... i wrote it a couple years ago, so its not that good. comment if you feel like it.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Aitch

    awesome insight, look forward to reading the finished product

  • 20 years ago

    by [Neon/] ©

    haha...she must've. by the way.. love the name... i speak japanese.. but what i'm really wondering, is are you a hentai?

  • 20 years ago

    by AGirlWorthFightingFor

    I like this. Looking Glass references are always fun to play with.

    "Where she can drink tea...
    and where madness is defined."

    Did she create England?

  • 20 years ago

    by It Itty

    Not bad at all...looking forward to reading more of your poetry!

    See ya

  • 20 years ago

    by Dani Ward

    that was good, i liked it. ciao~lee

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