"Beware the Bandersnatch"

Beware the furmious Bandersnatch,

As you're walking along your way,

It hides in the light of night and the darkness of the day,

Waiting for its next catch.

For it tis not the bogeyman or the wolf of were,

It is not none of these things, but the monster of despair.

With it razor claws 'n teeth in jaws, with its jet black hair.

It stalks at night to stock the larder of his lair.

To him, you're a piece of candy,

Scrumptious, you look dandy.

He'll pounce on you like fresh meat,

Like a quick and tasty treat.

Full of spite and malice.

Wanting to devour poor sweet Alice.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was about how people can use you for what you have, like in a one sided relationship.

So Beware of those who want to snatch you up.

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Mother Monster

Pink, green, bleach blonde

hair falls down in loose curls

waves of hair,

waves of music

flood into my ears,

my medicine;

it heals me. Tape wrapped

around her curves,

stuffed animals


to a dress,

shoes that make her

sky high, 

past the clouds,

my dream,

my fantasy,

my strenght,

my weakness.

Who I am

I am compassion, I am apathy
I am love, I am hate
I am trust, I am suspicion
I am content, I am enraged
I am hopeful, I am terrified
I am a creator, I am a destroyer
I am light, I am dark
I am found, I am l lost
I am what I feed
I have been feeding the shark
I have been cutting of chunks of flesh and unconsciously letting the blood drip into the water
Time to feed the birds

Auto Phobia (Hatred of oneself)


It is not an object that ought to be joked or ridiculed at sight.

It will destroy you during the day; it will destroy you at night.

It will destroy you every waking second of each day.

It will destroy your affiliations and make others turn the opposite way

It will extinguish your triumphs and make them appear petty.

It will provide you the urge to pick up that like a machete.

It is not just something you can get rid of at whatever time you choose.

It passes around an addiction to afflict your own bruise.

It will capture your body and leave you with no control.

It is like life in prison with no chance at parole.

It is a murderer. It is an evil. It is a disease.

It will have you just constantly weeping on your knees.

No individual can help for they do not understand,

They look past the scars that are at the point proximal to your hand.

-Jasmine Skye


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