Look and see it's right there, splashed upon the screen. Pixel will dance, pixel will craft, for those within those means. A whole world all apart from worlds where I walk less than wander. Everyone looks dazzling, and so together, too. It was sad once, now the sad's passed, and I'm mostly confused. Faces on the screen share their pointed lives like it means a thing. Meaning lives in the thought itself. . . Dazzling. And so together, too. If this game makes so much sense, what is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?
10%-20% smile, if someone urges 30% smile, uncertainty exists 40% smile, escape the secrets 50% smile, a beautiful feel 60% smile, a flow of fuel 70% smile, a time to catch 80% smile, a beautiful truth 90% smile, about to blast 100% smile, tears in the eyes.
Leaving a love message After the machine's beep Delivery failed I am in Pixel Maze's Escape garden With green grass On Genesis walls Flashlights are switching On and off Rapidly Walking by ethnic purple demons Their gold hands Hanging Over their several heads Static at the summit They freeze In prolonged pauses They don't even exist But our eyes still torches Consistently Music is thundering down now From the heavens With electro nodes Intertwining Am I that out of it? And I never really left That haunted warehouse Watching evil trees Awake now By the nightfall They are dancing By father's campfire Slicking my hair I am jumping On polish mushrooms We don't even like him I hear him Tolling Church's bells Resurrecting guilt On immature Sunday But I don't want to listen He is reading again Those antique diaries Hours fly by Won't listen Uneasy by his discomfort I find that magic carpet And i elude
Cascading pixels, trickling over the arcade, Eight bit drops- Tiny blocks, clumping together rise- Digital monoliths. Soaring up: ***** structures emerge; Falling down: begins to breakdown; as the lines dissolve underneath *multiplying scores manifold!
Found an old tetris cartridge in the attic. When I began playing, the nostalgia overwhelmed my thoughts and hence this poem..