I am not a monster. My veins are the same purplish hue as yours. Pricked by the same needle, an arrow can penetrate my body, soul escaping my still-beating heart.
I cling to your words. I want to know your soul, your deepest insecurities, the smallest bits of joy. I want to be in love.
The universe is a gallery, each star a mosaic of art, colliding and combining to create beauty; a masterpiece; you. I could look at you for eons.
I am not to be perceived by capitalistic powerhouses. Life is not a final boss, requiring each day to serve as a minigame, collecting coins and jumping blocks until I reach the Bowzer.
I live for myself, the sole goal of collecting knowledge and seeing stars until my final breath, at which I can say my life felt complete once I knew that every single person I met had smiled.
I will not live by checking boxes off a form, stats gathered frequently on if I’m living it right. Because there is no right.
There are only idealistic fantasies that maybe if I run fast enough, I could one day hope to reach. There is the rustic murkiness of yesteryear attempting to ****** its claws on my soul. It will not win.
This game of mine may not be multiplayer, nor do I have the cheat codes, but I am having fun, I am exploring the world, and I will not listen— never listen—to you saying that I am playing it wrong.
I've always dreamed of adventure, but now, I'm not so sure. I grew up playing video games and playing pretend in the woods. What I would've given to be Link with my own legendary quest. But these are turbulent times. Between my anxiety and the businessman-president and his blue-bird threats and the media, honestly, I'd rather curl up in a ball and stay inside my house forever. But the truth is, no one ever caught a crocodile by hiding in their house. It takes real bravery. And while I've got problems staring me down like I'm deadmeat, I've got to be a crocodile hunter. I have to. It's the only way to free the princess trapped inside.
This poem aged well —ha! Guess I got my wish to stay indoors! I caused COVID-19, so feel free to cancel me, I guess! This poem was written in 2016.
Yeah, I know how some folk will see me, but now, here’s the thing:
I don’t thrive on challenge. I grow from knowing what I’m capable of knowing and showing all of that polished up
I get that people see mountains and climb because they’re there but me knowing there’s a cafe at the top with flapjack, tea and Kendal mint cake seems to make it fair
Better still if a tarmac track or funicular railway can get me halfway or more, I’m all over that, you just watch me summit
To return to the original sort of analogy: if I can beat the enigmatic end of level boss who tosses a second or third energy bar in the mix by spamming the same overpowered move over and over, I’m doing it, end of
When I stand in the ashes of the beast whatever it might be and take loot or XP that might be not quite as good as on normal or hard I’m good I still feel the buzz of winning
If I have to grind repeatedly and learn intricate enemy routines to evade or parry and die and die and die
It’s not for me.
It could be because I cut my gaming teeth in eighties arcades where I judged how good a game was by how far 10p could take me at a time when 10ps were limited
A forgiving difficulty level was a boon (Yeah, I’m looking at you Mad Dog McCree 50 flipping *** a go and dead in 30 seconds!)
A little friction in life is fine, no drama without conflict and all that, but given the option to up up, down down left right, left right B A Start my heart will always take it
You Made Me Go Through All These Experiences Just So I Could Write About It? (too long) or TISFU (that is so ****** up) Or Next! Or L’enfer c’est les autres Or I Hate Strangers! Or Street Corner Conundrum or Is that Approaching Drunken Psychotic ******* Yelling At Me? Or You say Zombie...I say Zombie Works Or I’m Happy **** It! 🤗 Or You Sugared? The Peas? Or Does He Have Balance Problems or Has He Been Body-Snatched? Or Digital or Analog? Or Get Your **** Outta My Face Or A Rose By Any Other Name Or Extreme Peripheral Or Is That a Cowbell? Or You Said That The Lord, Jesus Christ Wants To Mug Me? Or Winter’s Coming Or Do It For Less Or Yes My Legs Are Great! Or My Friend Says That People ****! Or ******* Rabbithole Or RabbitAss Hole Hole Or Dingbat! Or God the Couture Warned Me!
I see you seeking consolation in your video consoles digital moguls making profit from your wretched, con(ned) souls they're selling lies to you, well packaged in that shiny box you think they're keys while indeed they're just a bunch of locks meant to entrap your precious souls thru' well devised distraction these dudes are smart, tho' they're bent on man's own ill destruction feed you illusions, just confuse you from the Truth then, tighten that noose around your neck with each release man
I find it shocking how they bring down mighty Titans with virtual lies that are disguised as Man's enlightenment
When Beauty comes around sometimes you just have Stop and Admire it. You never know when you’ll see it again. -Understanding Gentleman
I want to talk to you half of me say, “I shouldn’t” and the other half say, “I should”. I’ll just be patient until my mind say, “I could” -Aaron L. Osgood
I could be your type! Depending on what flavor do you like? I like to play games but not with your mind or heart. I’m talking video games, I’m ready to start! I’m a mystery and A special person..if only I could specify. -Jus_”DatGuy”