Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Was this the right choice?
Seeing warnings on twitter
Thinking they're all quitters
Thinking you're better
But in reality, you're just as equal as them.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Seeing your friends play, you start multiplying
Not even touching a pipe and dying
You're on the floor, you're crying
Pressing start over and over again and trying
Knowing your high score is low and start lying
because you know you ****.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Questions going through your mind
"Why did I die?"
"Did I really touch a pipe?"
"Why do iPhone users only have day while Android have both day and night?"
"Why is it slower on other phones?"
"How do you get past 20?"
"Why do I keep dying?"
"Why do Android users have other colors?"
But the question you should be asking is...
"Am I going mad?"

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Now, the resolution.
Stop the addiction.
Press that "x"
You know its for the greater good.
I know YOU feel the ANGER whenever you die.
You don't wanna risk throwing your phone for that.
Take my advice. DO IT.
Before it ruins your life.

But as the day passes...
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.

Its too late.
Flappy Bird is now part of life.
Even though the anger
The anger that feels like your chest being stabbed by a knife
Hurts you so much
Deep inside you get a little happy...
Knowing somewhere in the world someone trying the same game
Got less than you.
Less than 3, 2, or 1.
And because of this you want to beat more people who **** more than you.

And this should be an achievement
You, state your name, got YOUR own high score.
YOU did it
YOU made it to one pipe or even more.
And if you didn't
Well ***** for you

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

I walk the line between loving cautiously with my mind, and loving recklessly with my heartbeat.
It's like a secret.
I keep pace with my life, but
I know I can weave a rhythm into everything I do-
"I love you, I love you, and more." with every step.
I move on and everyone sees me forward bound,
But I ground every footfall in the knowledge that there are nights I will pray to like altars,
Things I will sacrifice just to remember I want to.
This is what I am.
My body ain't a temple, but my heart is.
In there I stand so still I barely dare to breathe,
Because what if I kick up the gold dust heaped in patterns on the floor,
And destroy the map of where you've gone that I've drawn with my fingers?
And the air will shimmer with the fact that I've forgotten-
No.
Not a sigh too deep, or I won't see your face in my mind when I close my eyes.
I forge on out here, and I am ready to be everything scary and new,
And these months everybody will see the big picture- that my scars
Are paint-by-numbers,
Embossed on my skin in designs of roses and fairylands,
Ready to be art.
They'll see that I can make my footsteps ring like earthquakes.
And inside I will move slow and soft like rose petals,
Afraid to kick up that dust and skew the image.
I'll marry fast and slow, skin and sinew,
I'll meld my love with my defiance and this world
Will be different
Because I am in it.

words are better on paper and candlelight
the smell of ink and crisp turns of pages white
the binding creaks and soul writ in
this screen is not the same thing friend
it's maddening for this phone to change my words
ah, how often it does so
as if it knows
as if it grows
what could it show
when has itself,
alone so rowed
of feelings felt
or horrors shown
or magick felt
or fury spoke
or walked along a razors edge
hanging on by just a thread
or strained beyond all known thought
or had a thought that wasn't taught
or quenched a lust
so fervent wrought
or plagued its mind
with glory sought
or told a tale
that others'd not
what a soul
that this thing's got

We made our bed in the spring green grass
Like two deer, innocent, when they sleep,
Many years have passed, love has fled,
And the gentle forest does have left.

scientists have said
humans are the only
organisms able to
express their thoughts,
but i often find that
to be untrue.

if people could
directly communicate
their emotions and feelings
i would know what is
happening
between me
and you.

do not worry - you
will not be the
first to die; when
you lie down
you will not be
alone.
            
             instead you
will watch the stars
with cleopatra
or quite possibly a
king.