Come down to our teacup party. There's purple swirls on rocks and glazed moss covered trunks. The hanging arms of weeping willows drape themselves over our table. Where an aray of fine chipped pottery lies. Candy floss curtains are the grassy beds. And the throwns and armchairs are cover in shredded notes. Take a cup with your gloved hands and sip some of the dew drop remedies. More than enough persons are with us. Maybe not in single form. We invite you specially. For you are our guest. Now join us.

Title says it all Disclaimer: None of the media belongs to me

A collection of feelings and emotions, my shattered life of pain and depression. It is truly, the Hell inside my Head.

Poems are the window of my soul.

This is just a poem I wrote for Alice in Wonderland and her adventure! I got bored and decided to do it! Hope you enjoy it!