[Forget Me Not]

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

[Forget Me Not]

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)

[Forget Me Not]

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)

[Forget Me Not]

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

[Forget Me Not]

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

[Forget Me Not]

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 which I would not dare

I see the sun
rising in the East
and I cry, for now
my sweet dear beast
has to slumber

I bid it sweet dreams
and fervently I tell
of how I and he tomorrow night
will once more be under Luna’s spell

[Forget Me Not]

‘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 he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

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

[Forget Me Not]

@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

[Forget Me Not]

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?)

[Forget Me Not]

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 prevailent

The only thing is that
each and every time
I cannot help but
to think in rhyme
the words become less sublime
with the passing of each line

oh dear, I’ve done it again
at least it could be worse
I could’ve stood in the rain

[Author]

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