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this is by sally_the_ragdoll on fanart-central

Dying Wonder

I sat beside her bed stand,
And watched her weary frown,
The days are shorter now and easy,
But Alice is not coming around.
In one arm grasps a stuffed white rabbit,
The other a blood stained cloth,
Of the tireless days she tried to die but alas, could not be sought.
The asylum's still and quiet as I eye her swollen wrists,
My eye slits narrow and I hum a sigh at remembrance back amidst.
A gentle moan entices me and I lean across her frame,
She clutches her rabbit and pale lips move as if to call my name.
I take her hand and grasp it tightly, victim to her song.
I gulp once, then slightly twice, and ask her what is wrong.
Looking back I feel but sorrow as her hand begins to slip,
I shake my head and grab her palms to replenish my sweaty grip.
She tells me of a wonderland but how am I too tell?
This topsy-turvy fancy?
Is it heaven?
Is it hell?
She giggles faintly and stifles a smile,
Then lowers her eyes in vain,
My wonderland is heaven.
Til release me from my pain.
She says these things but never,
Has a world so come emerged,
She tells me of a pussycat,
A demon that's been purged,
Into her dreams and wont come out,
Until she says choice words.
She says she's mad,
She tells me things she's never said before,
I'm scared for her in doubt of her, but quoted nevermore,
For I closed my eyes, the rabbit dropped onto the floor.
The Cheshire cat will claim another soul; Forever more.

All I Wanted
All I wanted was to be loved
And to be given the chance to be a beautiful dove
So you took me to the cove
And there you drove
Me insane
And here I wait in dreadful pain
In this padded room
I have sealed my doom
To thee I give thy heart
For now I dare not part
With my body in check
Now with my broken neck.

how u like it sweatdrop

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Truth of life
Quiet, surreal, endless nothing that comsumes all and entails all to bring eternal realization that we exist to preform upon the stage that we set for ourselves.
and deeper still to the nothing the darkness lurks to take those who have fallen from their own state and will enter the darkness and be fit to be alone for all time
and then in their own dispare they find the loneliness to be deafening and deathly silent at the same time,
though they lose themselves in the darkness of their own sorrow twinfold within the dakness of life and existence

the rest of my poems

That's nice Morticia. Sounds a bit familar...
can't quite say what it resembles though whee

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

Oh, that's a cool one, Aria. *makes mental note of it*
Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden lived there by whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;-
And this maiden lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more then love-
I and my Annabel Lee-
With a love that the winged seraphs in Heaven coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- And that is the reason (as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older then we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neighter then angels in Heaven above,
Or the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;-

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams,
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;-
And so, all the night-tide, I lie by the side
Of my darling-my darling- my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea-
In her tomb by the sounding sea.