Forget Me Not

NOOOOOO! ya big bummed meany (have you actually chosen a name for it btw)

erm… your so ugly, you stood in front of window and got arrested for indecent exposure… or something (stop asking me to be nasty you meanies)

erm… your dress sense is attrocious… or something
ooh how about… you insults are pathetic, barely worthy of mentioning even at the best of times.
erm… yo momma’s so fat that when she jumps in the air she gets stuck
(I’m really not very good at this sort of thing)

Behold the ouroborus
in its convoluted knot
such a contradiction
this living paradox

divine truth revealed
by its ceaseless construction
its sad fate to be born
by its act of self destruction

its blood is now poison
its entire life entropy
this poor creature
trapped for all eternity

Nice to know you do something else with your spare time apart from beating your meagre wit against others

The bewitching hours calls once again
and I am transformed
free to run wild,
no longer conformed
to the world of mere men

The beast has been let loose
I howl my glee to the stars
‘I shug off my noose,
of responsibilty, so hear
me Neptune, Saturn and Mars’

The feel of the wind
as it rushes through my hair
with child-like joy I leap
and do that…[Read more]

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested…[Read more]

@minim wrote:

I do miss some points thats true.

You on the other hand are like a broken pencil… completely pointless.

isn’t life, in the grand scheme of things, quite pointless, too messy an arrangement in my so called pretentious opinion to be worth bothering with, but still we move ever onwards

the brussel sprout, is
not a vegetable to
be sniffed at, is it

(I cannot even
write a half decent haiku
what am I to do?)

Thoughts stampede through my mind
the endless cascade of ideas
which I often misinterpret
my mistakes realised, I fear

I would with each and every word
hope that one’s heart will swell
but it seems that I have devised myself
an inescapable literacy hell

Too much time to myself
I think is my ailment
I should just go outside
and stand in the sun…[Read more]

hmm… a thought comes to mind

if ignorance be bliss
than please just tell me this,
why did that chicken cross the road?

was she being chased
by savage alpacas
or was it simply to have tea
with those dear Mad Hatters?

what was on the other side
I almost cry in grief
was it to escape Mr. Fox
with his sharpened teeth?

Now I know this question is…[Read more]

Chimera

not Sphinx, then how about… Schrodinger?

Deus Ex Machina

I’m the oracle
my synapses plugged
into the back of a computer
ever mote of hair removed from its follicle

I see all within the cosmos
broken down to code
fate is to be decided
by a choice of zero
or of one

within my darkend room I sit,
the clockwork and circuits lit
by blinking screen and diode

my reach strecthes to…[Read more]

How about Sphinx?

They are all funny as hell, I couldn’t live without them either

*wonders if FC is just gay-bashing (perhaps not the best turn of phrase)* :lol:

yes It’s just in retrospect I keep getting pangs of doubt about them which really mucks up the creative process…

where you can see diamonds
I just see the flaws
I only notice the silence
and not the applause

I’m just too introverted
to just let it go
I am so hetic with my rhymes
that in my mind,
a fuse does blow

snap, crackle and pop
I take a…[Read more]

its seems to be
that of my poems
I only like one out of three

so to save me
from hassle later
maybe I should write
them using pen and paper

In fact this very poem
is only worthy for scrap.
But as I begin to delete
instead I submit
…(oh crap)

(that’s one down and two to go)

I told a Lie
mayhaps a while a go.
Too much time for it
to fester and grow

Today the Lie
hatched from its egg
and from its hideous form
it raised an ugly horned head

It then bellowed
and screamed
until it was noticed
its content more dire
than first it seemed.
Denial would be hopeless

It latched onto my back
and called bloody murder
its…[Read more]

Typhon and Echidna
parents of monsters
such as hydra,
cerberus and chimera

demons all of them
who were never angels
born already fallen
from God’s grace

Chtonic, they thought
to be as peers,
of gods, slain by
mortal hand driven
by divine reckoning

the gods were jealous
that much is said
that something Earth bound
could cause more fear
than what…[Read more]