It hardly ever happens that a person who wears aviators to school feels bad about himself during the day. No doubt, it doesn’t. But there are exceptions to every rule, and sometimes when you bend the rule, wrestle it and sit on it, you end up becoming that very exception.
But it goes without saying that this personality
With the most exceptional ability
To write,
Will taste that cheese once more.
Just the other day I had one one hundredth of an epiphany. It involved me feeling very bad about myself and then realising that I’m not as good a writer as I was two years ago. It’s true when I tell you that I stopped reading books five years ago. In fourth grade I must have read more than five hundred books. In fifth, around three hundred and fifty. In sixth, around four hundred. In the seventh, around ten. In the eighth, around three. And in the ninth, zero.
But this post isn’t an elegy about how a writer’s ability was buried under four feet of poetic earth, it’s about rhymes involving quicksilver.
Introspection is as hard as it seems
To a person whose ability exceeds
The most brilliant minds of mice and men
Whose fingers can count upto eleven
To a person whose ability exceeds
The most brilliant minds of mice and men
Whose fingers can count upto eleven
Cheeses with holes are fascinating to the mind
Who has never seen that particular kind
Of Cheese.
Before.
Who has never seen that particular kind
Of Cheese.
Before.
But it goes without saying that this personality
With the most exceptional ability
To write,
Will taste that cheese once more.
A parabola and a prism set about in time
While it passes with everlasting nonchalance
Beautifully helps this verse to rhyme
And maintains a fine degree of balance.
While it passes with everlasting nonchalance
Beautifully helps this verse to rhyme
And maintains a fine degree of balance.
Quicksilver flows with erratic direction
From the bottle up in the sky;
The blue sky says one last time, goodbye.
Only the druids survived mercurial manipulation.
From the bottle up in the sky;
The blue sky says one last time, goodbye.
Only the druids survived mercurial manipulation.
Through each and every hallucination
From peace of mind to solitary stagnation
Intertwined with an envelope of emancipation
Of lateral thinking, a free invasion.
From peace of mind to solitary stagnation
Intertwined with an envelope of emancipation
Of lateral thinking, a free invasion.
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Siriusly Mistle
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