Home‎ > ‎Cancer‎ > ‎RebeccaDawn's Pages‎ > ‎RebeccaDawn Poetry‎ > ‎

May 2009

Wonderland Madness

This is how I usually feel after all the medications

the doctors give me, and how I escape.

I feel as if I'm falling into a pseudo-reality hole.
And drinking at a mad-hatter tea party is the toll.
I'm running after a rabbit who keeps the time.
And the only thing left is my ability to rhyme.
Aces and spades to my left and right.
Losing my sanity is more than a might.
This pill I take.. makes me feel incredibly small..
.. and this pill I take makes me grow tall..
Will I ever get out of this place I created in my mind?
If only I had the ability to rewind..


May 6, 2009 4:06 am

Poetry Is

"Poetry is the first breath you take once born. The last breath you take before your body fades and your soul sores above. Every smile, and every tear. Every broken heart and every new love. Poetry is life in the form of words."

- RebeccaDawn.

May 9, 2009 1:28 am


Easy, free.
Living just to be.
Springs my jealousy.

Tired eyes.
Start to despise.
Staring at my demise.

The poison starts to spread.
Taking over my head.
I succumb to my bed.

I'm leaving now.
Don't question how.
I exit the stage with a bow.

In the clouds I'll be free.
Just leave me be.
One day you'll finally see.


May 9, 2009 at 1:17am

Is It All In Vain?

From every angle I've turned this world around.
Tossing discarded pieces, flipping it upside down.
Left with no reasons, nothing I can see.
All the questions linger.. digging at me.
I've screamed until hoarse, cried until dry.
Cursed the heavens, on me knees begging for a reason why.
Does my pain and agony go totally unseen.
Why is my frustrations seen as bitterness with a trace of mean?
Scars so deep on my soul, that life has left me with.
My story so dark and brooding you'd believe it a myth.
My life goes unanswered and I'm left rocking in pain


May 19, 2009 2:03 pm