MaddHattress• Show poetry

I am second only to one.

I am all I am meant to be, and will to be.

I am impossible;

Unpredictable.

Enticing.

Awe-Inspiring.

I am your personal Nightmare.

The name's Gemi.

That's right. Gemi.

Formally, x Gemini x.

I'm Maddhattress's niece.

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What?

You actually thought you'd just waltz right in to this page and know of Auntie?

She a busy woman, and doesn't have time for nosey people like you.



(Unless, of course, you're one of her listed Hatlings. If you're one of them, you may either tell me you're here for an appointment, or I'd be glad to make one for you ^.^)

I'm not one for snoopers.
However, though she may not be here, I suppose you can still look around. She deserves attention. Afterall, look how gorgeous she is! http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h59/straightjacketlove/Sample_15.jpg

Just in fair warning, for the record, if you continue to read this page, you will find the work, text, and so forth of the Hattress. Everything from the Background (created by herself, and her AP mother Riftkin) to the back space button - is HER domain. Don't forget that.

>.>

Now, feel free to browse and give lovely devotions in her Guestbook and on her creations.

But, before you continue, all visitors are required to sing the Hattress's themesong.

As those who know her know, its "Happy Unbirthday" from the Madd Teaparty of Alice in Wonderland.

Here's the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdsZT7WKjW8

Here's the lyrics: http://www.v-r-a.org/ppp/unbirth/unbirth.htm

And trust me, if you dare not do so before scrolling down...

.....I will attack you as a Trespasser.

Wonderful! ^.^

Since we understand each other...*plays a C* The empty space is yours!



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Alright. That's enough -.-

Move along!

Oh, and here's a little message from under the Hat itself:

"Adorn a hat, a coat, and cane. Tea's tonight,
I begin my game. Curious? Curious,
whats my name? Madd Hattress, simple so.
Do ask. Yes, ask, and get to know?

In perfect honesty, I'm not so much
a poet as I am story writer.
Though I am seeing that poetry
is as much a story as any page I've written.
This is my practice. I ask, now, for opinion.
If I've a way to better myself,
I would appreciate the advice.
I would appreciate any advice or comments.

As for who I truly am, that is a mystery yet unsolved.
My name is unimportant and preferences, not needed.
Tis just my words.

For what purpose does the world spin and the minds think?"

Do keep in mind, for important messages for and discussions with her (normally by appointment only), you can enter one of 2 official, private, personal Hattress run chatrooms.

Wonderland
http://allpoetry.com/chat/show?id=wonderland

Tea Time
http://allpoetry.com/chat/show?id=TeaTime

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Testimony
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" Maddy pop, bringing out the insanity in everyone " - by Rejected Easter Egg

"Madd is like Shrooms; you start to see things" - Doom Fridge

"Random fact number 12232 : Smurfs are not uncommon while under the influence of hallucinogenic mushrooms." RavingxLunatic27

"Give me enough ammo and a shot gun and I'll improve the world's IQ today." - Random quote from random security guard at the airport, named BoB. XD

"If you're trying to safe the universe, you start at home." - Nikia Silverwolf

"If you're going to tear apart the universe, you start at home." - Ikaris Mayhem Psyk

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Looking glass

By NLM

Lies are answers to what is asked

as you look through the looking glass

Cant be trusted what's to see

I will hide from seeing me.

Hate and loathing fill the soul

Lies in mind? one cannot know

Broken, torn, tiwsted death

A mind's work till last breath.

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Teatime With a Nightmare

By x Gemini x

Teatime with a true nightmare,
consist of endless, rhyming chit-chatter
between the serenades of March Hare
and services of Maddhatter.

With jealousy towards Dormouse – sleeping in his pot,
not victim to the frustration of musical chairs,
or Insanity measured out in sugar blocks,
as he's already long been there.

Though one could be deceived into feeling at home,
comforted by the familiar activity,
because it takes just half a cup, to not feel quite so alone,
in such surreal captivity.

But when the fireworks rain down and cakes explode,
to a 'Very Happy Unbirthday' theme,
with colorful dishes that whistle - 'round they go,
it's obviously no longer where you should be.

(So)
Look for the gate, beg your pardon,
wait until their preoccupied by habit,
and before they realize - flee the garden,
and chase after that late rabbit!