My name is Alice

My name is Alice

A Poem by Lola_Bee

I sit here in silence yet the noise inside my head is thunderous 

Artifice a pasted smile

Grinding bricks beneath my jaw

Spectators see not through this cracked floor

 

I look up as they pass

Judgement cast upon a stare

Mastering the art of the poker face

An outcast from my own race

 

Shall I receive an Oscar for my simulated existence?

Permeated, impregnated or infiltrated

I exist, I am here, I live within without fear

 

These red lips imperceptibly stained with blood

Dark piercing eyes flashing shattered glass

Flowing dark locks tangled with thorns

Deeply perceptive beauty hides my scorns

 

Thus a walking reflection of an altered Image 

Mysterious misplaced piece of aurora borealis

As I strut through wonderland as nothing but Alice



© 2016 Lola_Bee


Author's Note

Lola_Bee
A quick piece which entered in a blink of an eye and needed to be released before forgotten

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i love your note ...so many gems are lost to the ether for lack of pen and paper ;) about the poem ... i don't remember reading a poem about the dichotomy between inner and outer self .. that struggle for self acceptance and confidence is like dancing with three legs we can manage a trip around the dance floor a time or two but it is marked with stumbling and awkwardness ...i think of my own life and just shake my head and smile over how very important i thought it was back when ... most of us do manage tho ..and now looking back my life is filled with the exquisite delight in others instead of meself ;) fantastic poem!! well said .. wouldn't change a thing
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Nice tale in the poetry and I liked the artwork.
"Thus a walking reflection of an altered Image
Mysterious misplaced piece of aurora borealis
As I strut through wonderland as nothing but Alice"
Good to find the place where Alice escaped. Would we return? Thank you Lola for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Of course - I had to read this. 17 year old me would have commented: THIS IS A 103% ME.

Stunning imagery and clever allusions. It all stands out like a vivid picture. Such an "outside" perspective on humanity, and I think at some point, we all feel like outsiders - take for instance, 17 year old me. Good job.

Posted 2 Years Ago


i like the allusions to Alice...that was my mom's name---although she was a bit more of a straightforward character..

but i really like where you took this. Love the oscar line...so cool.
are we being who we really are...or are we acting for the benefit of others...

Posted 2 Years Ago


I plucked this one out of the pile and was not disappointed. Nice imagery here. And subtle allusions to Alice in Wonderland.

Posted 2 Years Ago


This is a very well written poem, almost to well written. If i did not know better, I would have thought you had been doing this for centuries.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lola_Bee

3 Years Ago

Wow thanks, I wish I had centuries of experience, I’m 30 and have lots to learn. I write very litt.. read more
Packed with clever imagery, well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lola_Bee

3 Years Ago

Thanks for the review, I’m really glad you liked it.
Insight

3 Years Ago

You are welcome ^_^

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