Tapping and clicking,
A and B,
Select and Start,
Wasting my thumbs away.
Reacting with speed,
or with mindful strategy.
Point A to point B,
or aimless wandering.
Slam in the cartridge
and boot up the game.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
To play a game,
With the dancing flame,
Is a dangerous move,
As history proves.
You must keep it lit,
and also control it.
Keep it small,
and don't let it fall.
If you lose you will burn,
and your loved ones will mourn.
If you win you will gain,
but not without pain.
Fire is a tool,
and consumes the fool.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
Passionate, bright flames,
they last for but a moment,
to become nothing.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Demonic, for it
consumes your being, a hole
ever expanding.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
****** crimson moon,
The souls of those who've fallen,
Pleading for comfort.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
My hands are trembling,
my mouth is dry.
My toes are numb,
my stomach is churning.
This feels like a dream.
I look at you,
a body missing its soul,
an empty shell of a human.
As the comforting cover of disbelief shatters,
cold, paralyzing waves of realization wash over me.
You’re gone.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
O golden guardian!
O sun above!
Guide me through
this darkest night.
I’ll trust in you
to shine your light.
Send me just one brilliant ray
and through this challenge I’ll never fall astray.
Burn the prize
into my eyes
and send me forth
on the path of radiance.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Failure...
Failure...
Failure...
Why am I still doing this?
Failure...
I'm only making the situation worse.
Failure...
Why can't I stop?
Why is this necessary?
Meanwhile, another failure...
Can I do this?
Failure...
Is it possible?
Failure...
I need to do this.
Failure...
In order to better myself.
Failure...
In order to better my surroundings.
Failure...
I my must keep trying.
Failure...
To break the cycle.
Failure...
And achieve my goal!
Failure...
Failure...
Failure...
Success.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
We are living
in an imperfect world,
yet we still seek perfection.
Why?
Why do we do this,
when we know we will never find it?
For the same reason we do anything that’s useless.
We do it,
not for the end result,
but for the process of getting there.
Will we ever achieve perfect love, truth, justice, beauty,or unity?
No,
but that doesn’t keep us from trying.
If the world was perfect,
what cause would there be worth fighting for?
That,
is the perfection of imperfection.
We always chase it,
but it’s always just out of reach.
If we find it,
what,
would we do with it?
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
The sea of mystery.
A silent beast,
Drawing those foolish enough to attempt to swim it,
To their watery grave.
The wind of change,
Brings in the new and strange,
And blows out the old and familiar.
The flames of destruction,
Stop for no one.
They consume all in their path.
The stone of steadfastness,
Standing high and resolute.
A silent guardian,
In a foolish world.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC