Patrick

Tickle?

Fickle!

 

Still here

Adhere!

To the new frontier

That this

Poem

Brings

I miss

All of you (and I know that doesn't rhyme)...

...but that is the way this mind sings.

 

Thoughts with wings

Thoughts pulled by strings

Thoughts...scatter

A rhyme on a ...platter? (ugh...)

 

The structure goes a scatter

Lost in the chatter

Of this mind

And it is signed

~me

 

 

 

 

 

 

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

If I were to taste the tears of eternity

A curse to be found in modernity?

Is it the end of religion and the concept of death

To try to live forever?

 

One last breath

Your last endeavour ?

 

Stop trying to be clever...

 

Next line :

The missionary who no longer believes

"You should just write"

"It's easy"

 

"You should just write"

It's easy to say that.

 

Throw down random words?

Jumbled thoughts that make no sense?

Just spew out bullshit?

 

Nah.

Not today.

You know, I feel like forcing a rhyme,

Go on rhymezone.com and find something to pass the time.

Doesn't even have to be that good,

Just has to be something you could...

RHYME

 

You just start putting thoughts on a page-

Does that really rhyme with vacuum gauge ?

Now that just sounds a bit stupid,

Oh shit, the only word I can use is cupid.

Because...RHYME

 

This structure just feels forced

Rhymezone tells me a word to use is "horst"

So you go to Google, what does it mean?

Wikipedia comes to your aid you're very keen.

Hey, that's a RHYME!

 

"Horst is a raised block bounded by normal faults"

Allow me to dance a little waltz.

I've just learned something extraordinary,

I think my balls are a little bit hairy...

Wait, that's not the RHYME-

 

-that I wanted to use, it's too dirty

My keyboard has keys that spell qwerty

That's a lie, my keyboard is French

It only says AZERTY

And that don't RHYME

 

This poem is breaking down, going down the drain

These rhymes have become somewhat of a pain

Coming up with them is mostly a strain

My searching of rhymezone.com is not in vain

Pride I can't even feign

Tonight poetry I have slain

Fucking with my own brain

But who is to gain?

Certainly not Spain?

HOLA!

 

This has become a stupid exercise in form

A form that has been broken and twisted

It is the new norm

And I have not been unassisted

(by rhymezone.com)

 

RHYME!

Rhyme as if your life depended on it!

Show off your whit!

(by rhymezone.com)

It says you should use palm, qualm, prom, spalm or rhomb

RHYME!

 

This poem is mostly done

My point is : none!

I have no burp gun

Nor do I have a blow gun

But I've had fun

 

With

this

RHYME!

 

thyme - tasty !

slime - slippery !

dime - ooh money !

crime - oh no !

grime - dirty !

prime : 2 3 5 7 11 13 17 19 - infinitely many !

 

mime -let's start again !

Sometimes you just sit down.

And WRITE!

 

Get the thoughts out !

SHOUT THEM!

I have a friend.

Let me repeat that. I. Have. A. Friend.

Despite everything.

Someone who is there.
Who believes.
More than I do.
No...that is wrong.

I don't believe.
He does.

It is enough.
It has to be.

I...have a friend.

There is a hunger
You want it

No....no...
You need...IT

Some call it addic-
Shhh! That's a nasty word.

It's nothing bad.
Just something to help...
Help you get through...
Each and every...day?

But...

But...

You doubt, you fear?
But it's always...there

Silence your fears.
Silence...
Silence...
Blessed...silence...

You need it.
That is enough.
More than enough.
Way more...

Tomorrow is a long way away...
Three, four maybe even five...
How many do you need?
How many to pass the...
night?

Come the morrow,
Count the cost?

Survival?
Lies?

And then again.
Three, four...five
Or even six?

The daily toll,
Tick tock...
Tick

Tock...

Lies...
Lies,
LIES!

Comfortable...bloody...fucking...LIES!
Yes...
Yes...
Just one more?

Hello dear old friend.
Just you and me tonight.
Seems to be an ongoing trend.
Together, we pass the night.

Nothing around the bend.
Is this our plight?
Nothing to really mend.
Should that give me a fright?
Are you even a friend?
Not quite...

Life...
Sometimes you are a passenger
Looking through a window,
Trying to make sense of the world outside

Life...
Just a bloody passenger
Someone else in the driver's seat
Charting a course you just follow

Life...
Fuck being a passenger
Don't you want to drive from time to time?

Life...
So now you're driving.
Oh, I pity you...

Been talking with a dear friend tonight. The following poems flowed out.

 

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Welcome!

The wind whispers woven words

The stream sings soft songs

The ocean offers oblivion

The ship slowly sails...away

 

 

Crypt, I really liked the alliteration going on, of course, being me, I had to break it in the last line. Because structure in poems is made to be played with. ;p

 

Next line: The snow-capped mountains of hell

Stones thrown through a glass heart -

Poor, fragile thing -

Will it break apart?

Will the pain sting?

 

Hammer blows of emotion to the mind -

Flashes of light to the blind -

Will it go mad?

All emotions drained sad?

 

Or will the glimmer of hope prevail?

Will she be able to lift the veil?

Her touch breaking -

Walls shattering -

Hope

 

Love?

Lost?

 

 

Next line: Please stay...just another day

Well, we'd need at least five or six players if we can get that, I'll mod it. Don't expect daily posts from me either, work has gotten crazy recently.

Unfortunately, looks like we don't have enough.

As it seems that Tanny is still busy with real life stuff, I've had an idea for a werewolf game, while we wait for her to get back.

 

You would all be members of a "peaceful" pack of werewolves, living on the distant fringes of a human settlement, living happily while killing sheep and the occasional lone human who graces our territory with his presence. Unbeknownst to you all, a human has infiltrated the pack, and is trying to bring you all down from the inside.

 

So, in werewolf terms:

• the werewolves would be villagers
• the human infiltrator would be the wolf
• seer/baner could be added if player numbers were high

 

Would anyone be interested in such a game?

...ello...ello...echo...Echo...ECHO!

In the dark of the moon

There lies a spoon

 

These rhymes are crap

You should not clap

 

This poem is just so bad

Oh it is really sad

 

 

Next line: The worst decision that turned out well

raindrops

 

fat sluggish raindrops fall

to their deaths

dissolving

 

in puddles of clear water

losing shape

identity

dissolving

 

the skies weep in anguish

each tear another

raindrop

drop

dissolving

*tacklehugs back*

They can only see his smiles

A pathetic facade

Of everything he hides

*pokes the thread with a stick*

What these old bones know...

 

Civilizations rise and fall

...and fall

 

Mountains grow and erode

...and erode

 

Rivers flow and dry up

...and dry up

 

What these old bones know...

Gnawed upon by time

 

Next line: Foolishness to even think