Mackenzie Warner's Poetry Flyer

Erase

Something is wrong

Around and about

Find your secrets

What one hides

Closed minds

Closed hearts

Closed eyes

Streaming down

Our mysteries

Apologies, apologize

Forget, for you

What can one hide?

What are the secrets?

Hide, hidden

Forget, for you

Opened mysteries

Covering smile

Smothering smile

One's mask

A mask, to mask

Forget, for you

Forget, for me

Forget me

Erase

Darkness

One of these days

I will shut myself

In a darkness

So severe

That it will crush me

I'll forget everyone

And everything

And sit in my little darkness

By myself

Crushing myself

An unoccupied mind

In a moving body

Not quite dead

But surely not alive

Darkness will consume me

Before it consumes all

Time will tell

Death to my power

Our own well being

Nothing can matter

Time will tell


Fortunate lessons

Open our minds

Ready for the pain?

Go find your lesson

Everything could matter

Time will tell


Miserable life

Everything mattered


Time told

Opened my eyes

Days are running

Always remember

You can, right?

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”


He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.


“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.


’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.