Madness Says Hello
#1
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
(Abandon all hope, ye who enter here)
Welcome, wanderwits, wobblewise crew,
to the flibberfold nonsense I brewed just for you.
I’m the keeper of giggles and sideways delight,
the collector of oddballs that dance through the night.
I gather the daydreams that trip on their shoes,
the silly little thoughts nobody would choose.
I polish the nonsense, I dust off the strange,
then send them all spinning in glorious exchange.
No doom in the doorway, no gloom in the hall,
no dreadful predictions or curses at all.
Just a pocketful of nonsense, a handful of cheer,
and a very confused squirrel who’s been promoted this year.
The rules may go wobble, the logic may sway,
the clocks might forget what they’re doing today.
The spoons may hold meetings, the teacups may sing,
but nobody’s worried about any such thing.
So loosen your shoelaces, loosen your mind,
leave serious thinking politely behind.
For here in the marginlands where odd thoughts play free,
the strangest of nonsense is all you will see.
Come laugh with the flabberfolk, wander the streams,
where nonsense makes friends with impossible dreams.
No lesson, no sermon, no grandmaster plan—
Just madness having fun…
as madness began.
Thoughts from the Margins of Madness
I woke in a flabberstorm,
where the glimgraves sang to the moon,
and the walls were all wobbledreaming
in a language nobody knew too soon.
I asked the sky for a reason,
it handed me a crinklethorn key,
said “unlock your own mind, little thunderbone,
the door was never outside of thee.”
I ran through the splinterwhisper fields,
past the gigglefang trees of doubt,
where the shadows wore backwards shoes
and marched all the nightmares out.
The clocks began to jellydance,
their hands grew wings and flew,
while the floor sang “you’re not broken,”
in a voice made out of blue.
I drank from the chaos kettle,
ate a slice of yesterday’s scream,
then traded my last normal thought
for a pocketful of impossible dream.
They called me a madness merchant,
a brainquake in a borrowed skin,
but I knew every shattered piece
was where the worlds begin.
So welcome to the marginlands,
where the unthinkables collide,
where the nonsense wears a crown
and the impossible learns to hide.
But answer me, wanderer of reason,
before you leave this crooked place:
If the world’s built from made-up meanings,
who decided yours was the real one to chase?
(Abandon all hope, ye who enter here)
Welcome, wanderwits, wobblewise crew,
to the flibberfold nonsense I brewed just for you.
I’m the keeper of giggles and sideways delight,
the collector of oddballs that dance through the night.
I gather the daydreams that trip on their shoes,
the silly little thoughts nobody would choose.
I polish the nonsense, I dust off the strange,
then send them all spinning in glorious exchange.
No doom in the doorway, no gloom in the hall,
no dreadful predictions or curses at all.
Just a pocketful of nonsense, a handful of cheer,
and a very confused squirrel who’s been promoted this year.
The rules may go wobble, the logic may sway,
the clocks might forget what they’re doing today.
The spoons may hold meetings, the teacups may sing,
but nobody’s worried about any such thing.
So loosen your shoelaces, loosen your mind,
leave serious thinking politely behind.
For here in the marginlands where odd thoughts play free,
the strangest of nonsense is all you will see.
Come laugh with the flabberfolk, wander the streams,
where nonsense makes friends with impossible dreams.
No lesson, no sermon, no grandmaster plan—
Just madness having fun…
as madness began.
Thoughts from the Margins of Madness
I woke in a flabberstorm,
where the glimgraves sang to the moon,
and the walls were all wobbledreaming
in a language nobody knew too soon.
I asked the sky for a reason,
it handed me a crinklethorn key,
said “unlock your own mind, little thunderbone,
the door was never outside of thee.”
I ran through the splinterwhisper fields,
past the gigglefang trees of doubt,
where the shadows wore backwards shoes
and marched all the nightmares out.
The clocks began to jellydance,
their hands grew wings and flew,
while the floor sang “you’re not broken,”
in a voice made out of blue.
I drank from the chaos kettle,
ate a slice of yesterday’s scream,
then traded my last normal thought
for a pocketful of impossible dream.
They called me a madness merchant,
a brainquake in a borrowed skin,
but I knew every shattered piece
was where the worlds begin.
So welcome to the marginlands,
where the unthinkables collide,
where the nonsense wears a crown
and the impossible learns to hide.
But answer me, wanderer of reason,
before you leave this crooked place:
If the world’s built from made-up meanings,
who decided yours was the real one to chase?
Re: Madness Says Hello
#2
Welcome. I hope you enjoy RR and your fictions find an audience.
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Re: Madness Says Hello
#3
Thank you, Cinn! I’ve unpacked the books, watered the punctuation, and released one lightly supervised squirrel into the walls. If the wallpaper begins whispering chapter titles, please remain cheerful and do not make eye contact with Tuesday. Delighted to be here.
Re: Madness Says Hello
#5
Thank you! More readers would be a splendid bonus, but I’d still be here even if the audience were three moths, a suspicious teapot, and one squirrel taking notes. Making stories is simply too much fun to leave in sensible hands.
And I hope your own corner of the Road is treating you kindly too—may your chapters behave just enough to be finished, then immediately escape and cause excellent trouble.
And I hope your own corner of the Road is treating you kindly too—may your chapters behave just enough to be finished, then immediately escape and cause excellent trouble.
Re: Madness Says Hello
#6
Welcome to you, MarginsofMadness
Though your intro inspired sadness
As my ability to rhyme
Isn't worth a dime
Good luck with your story
May you receive lots of... um... er... oh yeah! Glory!
Though your intro inspired sadness
As my ability to rhyme
Isn't worth a dime
Good luck with your story
May you receive lots of... um... er... oh yeah! Glory!
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#7Ryan Andrew Wrote: Welcome to you, MarginsofMadness
Though your intro inspired sadness
Add my ability to rhyme
Isn't worth a dime
Good luck with your story
May you receive lots of... um... er... oh yeah! Glory!
A counter-rhyme! Splendid.
You cornered Glory behind the furniture, wrestled it into the final line, and escaped before the meter could file a complaint. Your rhyming ability is hereby valued at twelve dimes, one suspicious button, and partial custody of the forum squirrel.
Thank you for the welcome, Ryan—and may Diffident Apprentice and Bridge Warden keep finding readers who stay, care, and follow the road all the way through.