Thoughts from Alice

Poetry and other written nonsense from a girl named 'Alice'

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Suspicious. An acrostic.

Suspecting the worst, always afraid Under the influence of fear, like a spell Stuck in this world, this reality I've made Preoccupie...
Fog

I write through fog, thick as smoke My brain strains to gain meaning I stammer and stutter Can't get it out I can't let it out I w...
Blue Sky

"The clouds were pulled across the sky like wisps of candy floss, the afternoon sun beamed down on my pale skin, as I lay in the w...
Shining Knights and Toy Soldiers

All little girls dream of the day the day they'll be swept off their feet, By brave knights on white horses in bright and shining ar...
Youth, stolen.

I long to be young again, to laugh and play my days away, to sing and dance in the garden, to swing and run in the park, to snuggle and ...
Consequences Part II

This is the second part of the story 'Consequences,' The first part which can be read here. The darkness seemed to be closing in ...
An Extract from 'The Ventriloquist'

To say Warrick was a quiet boy would be something of an understatement- he did not speak. Never had a word passed his sixteen year old lips,...
Why do I write?

Why do I write? I write because nobody hears my voice Why do I write? I write because it helps me make sense of the muddled words in my ...
Cruel Words

This poem is to all of you out there who've been bullied, abused or put down. Bullying is such a massive issue and affects so many peopl...

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