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I dreamt big and hoped colossal, that made me too tall
T’was a painful fall so I put it all away, but then I became too small.
Some think it would be the wisest to let go, accept and try to fit
But I’m half left in the head and I don’t approve one bit.
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
In the land of broken time I have an eternity to roam
I'm lost in nonsensical logic and it feels just like home
Everything is what it isn't, what you call truth fades
My world isn't safe for you, see the grin in the shades?
Monsters are nice, they offer more tea and don’t accuse
It’s perfectly fine to jump on the table with two different shoes,
Just keep the reason out or it will all disappear
Because we are all indeed mad here.
But the queen dislikes me, didn't I paint the roses red?
“Off with her head!” was what she had said.
Tell me – does waking up feel like being dead?
I want you to understand, so I’ll make you a dare:
When I wake up, you better be there,
For I have no more sanity to spare.
T’was a painful fall so I put it all away, but then I became too small.
Some think it would be the wisest to let go, accept and try to fit
But I’m half left in the head and I don’t approve one bit.
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
In the land of broken time I have an eternity to roam
I'm lost in nonsensical logic and it feels just like home
Everything is what it isn't, what you call truth fades
My world isn't safe for you, see the grin in the shades?
Monsters are nice, they offer more tea and don’t accuse
It’s perfectly fine to jump on the table with two different shoes,
Just keep the reason out or it will all disappear
Because we are all indeed mad here.
But the queen dislikes me, didn't I paint the roses red?
“Off with her head!” was what she had said.
Tell me – does waking up feel like being dead?
I want you to understand, so I’ll make you a dare:
When I wake up, you better be there,
For I have no more sanity to spare.
Literature
Faults and Regrets
Words are but a loss
When your mind
Is on a wander
Dreaming,
Caressing fantasies -
Simple fables,
But do we ever learn?
Love, hatred,
Contrast;
Muse.
We may win,
But we always
Lose.
Recover from mistakes
Repeat, repeat,
End -
Endless cycles
That are
To our routine
And yet,
What are words
But a loss
To wandering minds?
Where they go,
Where they hide -
What they see,
What they felt -
And our muse
Continues,
Always the same
Memory,
But always
A different
Time ~
Literature
How Do I Declare My Feelings?
The way your body crushes
Against me so intimately -
Chest to chest, groin to groin -
Makes me feel so giddy; it's like
I'm relearning how to breathe.
It feels like I'm suffocating
When at the same time I'm not; all
These sensations, marvelous and
Exciting, sends me into shock;
I dance upon invisible electricity.
This is my personal definition of
The phrase passionate living.
This is a mere tribute that greatly
Celebrates the wonder of the cosmos.
But most of all...
This is my declaration, one that is
Born from genuine heartfelt words.
I owe it all to you, my other half.
Literature
On my corner
I stand on my corner
sometimes with a sign
sometimes with my voice
sometimes I don't stand at all
but today I stand,
I stand on my corner
and scream
I scream warnings, tidings
blessings and curse
in the hopes
someone will hear them.
I stand on my corner
and no one walks by
I see no one near
and I cry out
for someone to come
for anyone to help me
to offer me something
even if its just shelter
from the downpour cascading
down my cheeks.
I stand on my corner
and no one stands with me
and the crushing truth of that
forces me to fall.
No one offers me a hand
I have no way to rise
and so I sit on my corner,
sometimes with tears,
sometimes with scr
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My English teacher asked me to write a poem for... I don't remember. Something. I always loved this story, and recently I realized Alice reminds me of a Vulcan among humans, which makes it even better. Anyway, I was supposed to write, and Lonacc was in charge of illustrating (she did an awesome job I must say), but she also helped improve this so much. I'm still not completely satisfied, but my writing is generally going towards being average lately... Ah, what are you gonna do. My muse is having mononucleosis. 
No, really.
No, really. © 2014 - 2024 MauraGreen
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Hi, Sean here from We-Poets, stopping by because you requested a critique for this.
You reference your English teacher in the description, so for her or his sake, I must mention the following edits first.
My English teacher asked me to write poem for...
***"a" poem
I always loved this story and recently I realized
***Comma after "story"
Anyway, I was supposed to write and Lonacc was in charge of illustrating (she did an awesome job I must say)
***Commas after "write" and after the end paren mark
Ah, what you're gonna do. My muse is having mononucleosis.
No, reallly.
***"What are you gonna do?" + "really"
Sorry, I think your English teacher possessed me there, haha.
T’was a painful fall so I put it all away, but then I became too small.
***I'd remove the "I" before "became" for just a hair better rhythm
Some think, it would be the wisest to let go, accept and try to fit
***Delete comma after "think"
But I’m half left in the head and I don’t approve one bit.
***Not sure I get your meaning here, so you may consider revising slightly.
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
***This stanza's a good example of some great lines that just need some trimming. One of the cool things about great poetry is how perfectly rhythmic it is, and the easiest way to do that is just to add up your syllables and then even the lines out. So in the above four lines, I count the first line as having 10 syllables. Good length. The others are 13, 11, and 15. If I see that and want to clean this stanza up, make them all 10-syllable lines (not that I couldn't twist the first instead and make them all longer, but 10 is a good number for long lines), I'd get:
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings keep me from falling, make me so tense
I'll leave the rabbit hole, dream to be real
My nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
[compared to what you had] ...
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
I'm lost in nonsensical logic ant it feels just like home
***and
Probably some commas at the end of lines would help too. Hope some of this has helped.
Sean
You reference your English teacher in the description, so for her or his sake, I must mention the following edits first.
My English teacher asked me to write poem for...
***"a" poem
I always loved this story and recently I realized
***Comma after "story"
Anyway, I was supposed to write and Lonacc was in charge of illustrating (she did an awesome job I must say)
***Commas after "write" and after the end paren mark
Ah, what you're gonna do. My muse is having mononucleosis.
No, reallly.***"What are you gonna do?" + "really"
Sorry, I think your English teacher possessed me there, haha.
T’was a painful fall so I put it all away, but then I became too small.
***I'd remove the "I" before "became" for just a hair better rhythm
Some think, it would be the wisest to let go, accept and try to fit
***Delete comma after "think"
But I’m half left in the head and I don’t approve one bit.
***Not sure I get your meaning here, so you may consider revising slightly.
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
***This stanza's a good example of some great lines that just need some trimming. One of the cool things about great poetry is how perfectly rhythmic it is, and the easiest way to do that is just to add up your syllables and then even the lines out. So in the above four lines, I count the first line as having 10 syllables. Good length. The others are 13, 11, and 15. If I see that and want to clean this stanza up, make them all 10-syllable lines (not that I couldn't twist the first instead and make them all longer, but 10 is a good number for long lines), I'd get:
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings keep me from falling, make me so tense
I'll leave the rabbit hole, dream to be real
My nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
[compared to what you had] ...
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
I'm lost in nonsensical logic ant it feels just like home
***and
Probably some commas at the end of lines would help too. Hope some of this has helped.
Sean