This feeling only exists when I am with her. This vibrant, pixelated world. Filled with her attention. When I am with her I am lost for hours on in, exploring every inch of her. My favorite escape, determined to prove myself. Alone in a world filled with her, I've fallen in love with every click of the button rapidly pressed. If any of the cords should come undone, I'll loose my mind. Her heart ever so elusive. Scrolling screen after screen Yet I continue to scroll. Lost in the only feeling that exists when she's around. Unraveling my controller, plugging it into her heart
A full beaming moon with it’s crates and it’s mounds the orbiting sphere that was was once believed to be the root cause of craziness. Yet here it was, illuminating the room where a hushed video call had begun. Two giddy teens blissfully chatting, joking, Yawning. Her eyes had begun to droop in accordance to the darkening sky, while his kept themselves busy on her. His fixated eyes held an unreadable passion of tenderness as he longingly gazed upon her reddening skin. If only the moon had shone ever so brighter, it would’ve uncovered that her feelings had mirrored his as her stomach erupted into minuscule butterflies.
Love can manifest into unreadable feelings- enjoy them before they dissipate into thin air with time.
Player one, player two. Who will you choose? You've been switching the controllers, And leaving us confused. I load up the game To find someone else's save. Are you an NPC or boss monster? You're so much more depraved
Player one, player two. Who did you choose? I don't see any winner. In the end, both players lose.
My abuser dated two of us at the same time, and he seemed to be pitting us against each other intentionally. Purposefully making us jealous, telling one of us the other had said something horrible about them, banning one of us from being talked about and talking constantly about the other, sparking situations where we would fight. It felt like we were supposed to compete to be the best partner or something, and one of us would always be getting left behind. In the end, we both left him.
We use video games To make video gains Until the screen goes black And reality attacks We lose all our progress In the deletion process As we level up we devolve Around the TV we revolve The more experience we gain The more moments we lose Our memories forever stained When this is what we choose Our life inside a hard drive Our life becomes a hard lie We revel in being unwise Rage quitting life We enjoy strife And avoid pesky light When we live in the dark With consumerist plights We are all marks
Video games balance in a zone Between game and art The frustration starts When art is confused for games And games mistook for art People take things to heart And spitefully spew viper venom If this is where games send them Then why do we play? We have no other way To feel accomplishment In a society that worships competition Video games become the second edition Of a life filled with loss On our pixelated cross We are murdered millions of times Reminiscent of the millions of lies That make us losers in the real world Video games become our shiny pearl
The computer displays defeat When our lives aren't complete Because we need someone to beat Not realizing our lives are conquered By frivolous topics we've pondered Our meaningless life squandered And hope comes in the form of new releases While inside our faulty headset is in pieces
It is gushing In my veins It is used For writing things Like poems and Thank you cards And happy birthdays For saying sorry For simply talking To a friend To ask for Help for something It can describe Your nightmares And your fears And your worries And your sadness It is gushing Through our veins And if one More demon comes To ridicule and Torture me again I’m Outta Here
Inspired by Bendy and the Ink Machine (BORIS!!! ‘And im outta here’)
every now and then I look back at your video logs and see you expressed your love for me again and remembering how we chased each other like dogs It's been two months now since you left why won't these tears stop why do I remember the beat of your heart when I'd lay on your chest every sweet memory of you in every drop these emotions are killing me please tell me why am I still so attached to you is it because I keep remembering how you got down on one knee and proposed out of the blue today I remembered something you said in one video I hesitated to go find it I tried telling myself no but now here I lie, in this pit
I recently watched a YouTube video, they asked all ages, "If you could change one thing about you, what would you change?" The elders said, "Nothing because you learn to love yourself," the middle ages people stated features. The young children said, " I want a mermaid tail" or "I want shark teeth." It's so fascinating on how little children who are innocent as a baby cub, they are so carefree and don't have to worry as much, they have their own little imagination. Which just tells you, growing up changes your innocent mind.
IF SOMEONE ASKED YOU, " IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?"