Cheshire CatAmerican McGees Alice Poem
Entitled Cheshire Cat
By Seth Vandenburg
Wonderlands mysterious grinning feline
His riddles, ever so divine
But on first sight to Alice
Who before, her heart never had malice
The cat was as strange as all the signs
As of now, the Cheshire Cat has changed
His fur, his riddles, all of him rearranged
Body a skeleton-form, a ring in his ear
And his grin was much worse to fear
His teeth, completely fanged
His sudden transformation, so very uncouth
All of him changed, body to tooth
No normal man would dare to delve
To fight the Cheshire Cats corrupted shell
Though Alice was calm, to tell the truth
They both journeyed together through Wonderland
Through treacherous hordes of enemies, band by band
The Red Queens domain, they soon appear
The end game forever near
Though sadly, the Cheshire Cat met his end by the Red Queens hand
A. McGee's Alice, Chapter 1Beyond A Shattered Looking GlassA. McGee's Alice, Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: First Meetings
Received confirmation from the Superintendent that I will be given the opportunity to treat a very troubled and difficult patient. Dubious honour! Her name is Alice, and her prognosis is not promising. After looking at her file, Im astonished she has survived this long. She has been nearly comatose for comatose for a year.
Rutledge Private Clinic and Asylum was a large haunting building that was built in a sloped gulf stuck between two hills, in Lancashire, England. At least six stories high with many hidden catacomb wards beneath the ground floor, it was safe to say that Rutledge Institute was indeed a place of secrets and madness. The nights there were enough to send a sane person into one of the beds in a fit of madness. Not was there one minute in the institute where it was quiet, with insane patients in straightjackets being carted off into solitary confinement. Others were dragged away to some u
CheshireCheshire stretched and yawned, looking half-crosseyed down at the girl who'd spoken and woken him up so abruptly. She was smiling up at him in what she obviously thought was a cute or charming way, drumming her fingers against the cover of a small floppy book held in her hands. Cheshire yawned and grinned back, making his mouth as unnervingly wide as possible in hopes of chasing her off.Cheshire8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Can you help me?" the girl asked sweetly. "I was wondering if you could tell me which way I should go from here, pretty please?"
"That depends on where you want to end up," Cheshire replied politely, if a bit condescendingly. The girl's smile slipped for a moment, but was quickly hitched back into place. She opened the book a small amount, read a page or so, then shut it with a papery thud and looked up at Cheshire again.
"I don't much care where--" she began in the same sugary voice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go, does it?" Cheshire interrupted, rather peeved that she had shaken him from h
Cheshire Cats TaleThat was a large tale for one who is smallCheshire Cats Tale8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As to what is was your name tells all
But an interesting story you told
None the less sometimes those stories get old
I have a tale I wish to unfold
But this sort of tale has never been told
Except for books of fictitious unrest
Or dreams of those plagued by nightmares at best
Character by day and killer by night
Wonderland nor earth ever had this fright
Now that down you all have sat
You shall hear the tale of the Cheshire Cat
The Cheshire Cats Tale
Nine lives to live nine lives to die, for me
that is. In curiosity I see
It does not kill the cat nor make it run
Unless curiosity has a gun
In curiosity I take my pride
For curious am I in all nine lives
The common pet may call me mad
but what is mad but to cope with sad
an illusion on which those learned folk
see fit to stand and laugh to mock and poke
cold hard needles into soft warm flesh
Then the madness stirs into the soul to mesh
creating thoughts of death because it to
Is curious, what do
Cheshire Cat,Alice, pretty Alice, come and play with meCheshire Cat,11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we'll stalk by night, the momerath's plight
and let the Dark roam free....
Alice, pretty Alice, you will not play with me?
This momerath feast I'll have alone
and share it not with thee...
Alice, pretty Alice, in my arms come lie
On blackened wings of demon kings
you and I shall fly...
Alice, pretty Alice, why did you scorn me so?
Now in bones as cold as stones
to make my rest I go...
Alice, pretty Alice, no greater pleasure mine
Than to rest by nature blessed
On skin stripped bones of thine...
Alice, pretty Alice, now you look like me
In death's embrace, we'll bask in grace
beneath the tumtum tree...
The Cheshire Cat'Do you think in thoughts or words?"The Cheshire Cat11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Asked the Cheshire Cat sitting on her
Mind slowly spinning
Circum-skipping a forgotten topic,
Like a dusty record player
Humming to itself.
Such a simple melody
For such a complex machine.
A mortal machine,
A slow machine that likes its
The Cheshire Cat grins again,
And closes the booklet.
The Cheshire Cat The nights grow longer as I wait for my dear sweet Alice. Always having something interesting to say with quite a mouth for such a young barn; however, it is that trait that truly brings my heart closer to her radiant figure in this bleak world. Her stride keeps my gaze until I can no longer stand the agony of knowing the truth of this my secret, nice love.The Cheshire Cat9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though she does not understand all of what I have done for her is out of my deep want of her to love me as I love her. My taunts are only a true want of her to endeavor at these the journeys she must undertake herself and only by herself.
The nights and days passed as I wait for her safe return to my eyes. What she understands not is that my appearance of a smile is really my joy for her, and as I see her approach I gain an erection for her body creates so many complex emotions in my frail frame that I cannot begin to explain them to a mere mortal such as thee.
Cheshire Cat's LullabyDear little Alice, please don't cryCheshire Cat's Lullaby8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tears of woe won't help you get by
I know that you feel scared, lost and alone
Since you cannot find your way back home
Have strange things happened?
Is there anything I need to know?
Did you taste things that make you shrink or grow?
Did you suffer any, please say it isn't so!
I will help you out, just wait and see
You'd be glad that you found a cat like me
I'll show you around this fascinating place
Only if you keep a smile on your face
No more reading signs that say "This way" or "Yonder"
Now you don't have to sit down and try to ponder
Which way should you go, you ask?
I seem to find that a fairly simple task
Just follow my grin, for you will know soon
How much it looks like a glowing crescent moon
Don't be afraid, please follow my advice
Surely you don't even need to think twice...
Oh look, there's the Queen all dressed in red,
Hear how she screams "Off with your head!"
Those are the very words that everyone dreads
Would you like to keep your he
Cheshires PoemCheshires Poem11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Claws that rip,
Fangs that gleam,
Gives the mad wicked dreams.
Wanders forward; halts; stares,
Eyes of yellow, slitted pupils. Glare.
And out of shadows, rasped sound speaks,
Like a whisper given weak wind,
Quizzical voice whom obscures reap
With ill fated fate on breath, such sins.
'What wonders down before mine eyes?
Brings cause to wonder,
draws out surprise?
Why, travelers that wander here,
Come from far, come from near.
Pausing only in brief repose,
Tho' conciseness still may expose,
Secrets, lies, half truths, Un-wholes,
And in, the seekers dig like moles.
Stay for more than a moment long?
And thy mind to you will no longer belong.
Take into context thoughts that fray,
Like my claws, from which blood runs astray.
Now run, run little birds, have no fear,
We're all quite mad, Quite awfully mad, here.'
We're All Mad HereCowslip nightingaleWe're All Mad Here9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
with white nightshade simplicity
and Alice never listened
for she was much too high
above the pool of broken hearts
and tattered souls
and mismatched cards
when you call down the hole
there's no getting back
one drop goes down burning
the sky spins black
it's not what you think it is
as you dance away your fear
the field was so inviting
come closer, dear
it took so long to fall
that the ground was unexpected
read the labels
and let us all find our way
by light of the shimmer
of a disappearing feline
and a grin to make you shiver
is as it seems
and some need it bitter
or they'll change altogether
eat a bit of mushroom
as the smoke envelopes you
find a serpent in the trees
who are you indeed
it's hard to tell anymore
no one knows anymore
all the names and faces fade
into the fog of a dream
hearts will break
knaves will fall
Queens will be capture
as you watch it all
riddles never answered
wine never served
let them whisper...