Patrick

*hugs*

"Have you ever realised that when a raindrop hits the ground and dissolves in a puddle it loses everything that made it unique? It just becomes a small part of a large ensemble. No more weaving between currents of air, no more unique shape, no more freezing into lovely six-sided shapes if ever the ambient temperature drops below freezing". She sighed, the three sentence monologue taking a lot more from her than she had expected. "The unique droplet meets its comrades-" she coughed, a slow, painful cough. "No...comrade is-" *cough* "-not the-" *cough* "-right-" *cough* *cough* *cough* "-WORD!" A few more hacking wheezes brought the sequence to an end and with it a few blessed moments of calm. "Where was...ah yes. Dissolving...the image of the death of a raindrop." A smile slowly spread among the wrinkles on her aged face. "Yes...dissolv-" *cough" "Losing that sense of-" *cough* "-self" "You have your stupid metaphor, the last drop...HA!...of wisdom you were expecting of me. Now...all of you leave...LEAVE! LEAAAAAAAAA-!" *cough*... *COUGH* "just go..." "please...let me go..." *cough*

So...this brain of mine These thoughts Scattered or collected as they may be... Words that you slowly align Just...connect...the...bloody...dots As simple as 1...2...3 Yet, some sequences sense do not make Slithery, slimy, blasted little snake These thoughts, as if flying off on the back of a drake Maketh sense is not always the thing that braketh A poem or a rhyme, but yet... Sense this doth not... Make! Create! Look outside the window ! Clouds...shapes, and a patch of blue ! See the beauty...or the ugly...or...just the dots that connect all! That hug...that big...that massive sprawl! Choose your inspiration ! Or don't...and just write Scattered or collected as they may be... Jumbled thoughts From this brain of mine

I left it there In the crack to the left! Yes, I do mean your share! Torturing me won't help! The crack on the left! The crack... Left... Please... Pl-... Next line : The loudest colour a blind man has ever touched

Inspired by me misspelling the prompt 😜 Who's the most inspiring forg? No, it's not misspelled it rhymes with morgue! A forg is a creature that lives in the hidden spaces Below a leaf, at the bottom of a pound Yes, I know it's supposed to be pond The bottom of which can get you drowned And where this forg itself spawned Forg, forg, forg, just rolls off the tongue doesn't it? It's the whole point of this bit! Come join me and suffer my wit! Enjoy this story that I knit! Our lovely forg is called Bob He's nothing more than a lazy slob No, you don't need to sob Bob the stealer of hearts His ear to ear smile... His very smelly farts... He does go the extra mile! Bob the forg, Bob the forg! Next line : Forg(et) all you have ever known and embrace the sheep!

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...