#gaming
1.We live in nature,
Thus, are the most intellectual creature,
But face a lot,
And rest occasionally on cot,
Our lives have different emotions,
And a unique way to comprehend notions.
2.Some feel disheartened and broken,
While some resist adversities and rule on the broken,
This is the cardinal rule,
Which when taken lightly makes one fool,
The world calls for both servants and rulers,
But only few reach the level to avail from the coolers.
3. Mediocre people are left behind,
Which then falsely try to be kind,
Why can't they try once?
Rather than earning from dance?
In reality, the rulers domineer,
Alas, the people don't protest despite being familiar,
The reality is harsh than it looks,
The population is trapped in the rulers' hooks.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 2:27 PM UTC
It began with the rush
of racing bikes in Road Rash.
Soon, I grew engrossed,
exposed to RTS titles like
Age of Empires II.
A new bud within me
grew:
a passion to play games,
to escape into fantasies.
The big milestone
of my adolescent days:
Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.
Spent countless hours in Miami.
I bounced from game to game.
I had a PC, got a PS2, a GBA, and a DS.
Played everything from Pokémon and Need for Speed
to San Andreas.
I always found solace
in getting lost
in worlds so well made.
The heartfelt storylines,
the complex mechanics,
the infinite possibilities. Sometimes
through choices,
items,
companions.
I still sit down at my PC,
boot up a game and set my mind free.
No need for noise or company,
just getting lost in serendipity
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
Never again will I sit by that campfire,
waiting to see what’s to come.
No more hiding in plain sight—
though I wasn’t the best at it anyway.
Hours spent over years running and hiding and fixing,
through screams and laughter and anger too,
all fueled by adrenaline.
A small pastime that quickly grew to obsession,
7 p.m. to early morning sessions.
All in the past.
A hobby that was mine,
an escape in the night,
forever tarnished.
Enjoyment gone.
I thought I’d take a break,
but I have no desire to return.
And any time I do,
I am not welcomed back.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
During the chess game,
she made a good move.
I smiled a little,
typed:
"Nice"
Just felt right.
A simple thing.
No reply.
We played on.
It ended—a draw.
Then came her words.
First:
"indian"
I blinked.
Felt the air shift.
Then, second:
"monkey"
I just sat there.
Not hurt yet. Not angry.
Just… stunned.
Like: is this real?
I typed back:
"Why"
I added:
"You broke my heart"
I read it again.
Still stunned.
I didn’t know her.
Didn’t do anything.
We just played.
Then she dropped:
"virginity"
That word.
Out of nowhere.
Then:
"i no interesed"
"bye"
It didn’t sting.
It didn’t burn.
It just confused me.
Like the wind changed direction
and I wasn’t ready.
I wrote:
"Virginity?"
"What are you saying?"
No reply.
Just me,
sitting with a drawn game
and a question
I never saw coming.
Hope this poem reaches you.
To Juana Dayana
Of Colombia—
From HRS,
An Indian soul,
Caught in a drawn game’s pull.
- THE END -
© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
I press the buttons in a frenzy,
Lost in the glow of the TV screen.
The controller sweaty in my hand.
I tap away, making my way
Back to you.
To be honest, I didn't think
I'd like this game.
But now, I am hooked.
As dope as this game is,
It cheats.
You're a cheater! But I love it.
I don't need a tutorial,
and refuse to play through it.
I will make it back to you,
And beat you!
You, standing there with your ****
Avatar.
A quick reset, and I respawn,
Ready to get you!
Soon as the loading screen finishes
Loading. The only thing keeping me away from you, is how you cheat.
My avatar respawns,
Halfway through the level,
And there you are,
Waiting,
Like you have something better to do.
I will not rage quit!
I will beat this stage!
No one taught me how to play,
But once I win,
I'll have something to hold
over your head.
Even better
I didn't cheat to get your heart
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
psst, bet on the game
bet on the game
big bet, big win
come on, bet on the game
(got a problem with
betting on games?)
hey, bet on the game!
hurry up, bet on the game
you know you can
bet on the game
(if you have a problem
with betting on games—)
get in here, we're
betting on the game
betting on the game
(call this number
in case you're having
trouble) it's almost
over, bet on the game
bet on the game
the odds are good
just bet on the game
(we support you)
you can bet on it
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 8:49 PM UTC
Shout out to the fact
that I wrote my D&D character
to be everything
I've ever wanted
I've ever hoped for
I've ever imagined
for myself
Now I'm quite literally
living vicariously through her
and finding myself wishing
for what she has
rather mourning what I don't
It's probably not healthy
how invested in her I am
how obsessed
how utterly disappointed I am
that I'm not really her
I want to be her
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC
Lone
Gaining points
Gaining characters
Gaining clothes
Being champion
Killing time
Learning skills
Making friends
Playing online
Playing all the time
Killing time
Gain new roles
Gain champion
Gain new skills
Help with stressed
Help with anixety
Help with depression
Gaming is life for some
Your gaming is just fine
But some time you just need your time
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
The controller in my hand.
The power of life and death
In my fingers.
An imaginary world:
Somehow more brutal than this;
Somehow more entrancing than this.
Somehow, somehow.
A minute gone,
An hour,
A day.
A lifetime
Wasted.
Or enjoyed?
Virtual friends
Living virtual lives.
Scared to open the shutters,
Scared of the sunlight.
Smoke hangs in the air;
A nourishing vapour.
Until,
(Despite best efforts)
Reality becomes a backseat driver
Lurking in the background
Impossible to ignore.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC
Atop the tower
Stands
A mage
With storm in hand
And inside their mind
Hell
Glass, sand
An empty sky
A clap of thunder
Blinding
Hot light
With no remorse
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
Oh, hello there adventurer!
Won’t you check out my wares?
I have everything you need,
If you got coin to spare!
You want potions and spells?
I even got ingredients to brew.
Some steel? Bah!
I got arrows too.
You want some bargain?
Use enchantment or a spell,
Or chug a concoction
It’s not like I can tell!
Now, don’t be shy
I’ll buy everything from you!
Those -stolen- borrowed goods you got?
Friend! I’ll take them too.
Ah! You’re broke.
Well then, off you go.
Guards! Thief!
It took all the sweet rolls!
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
cw: domestic abuse
Despite being a girl,
I’ve always liked
video games
with the
bright colors,
challenges,
stories, and
heroes.
I used to prefer books
as I had more imaginary freedom
over the characters and scenery
until I learned my mom was screaming for him to stop.
But really,
the sound effects in video games
are amazing.
I feel like I’m my character!
Moreover, the music
for this game
makes me feel like
I really can save the world.
If I can save
their world,
then why can’t I
save ours?
I’ll study well,
make a vaccine,
save endangered wildlife from extinction,
solve world hunger.
I want to be a nameless hero
just like my favorite characters
who do it simply out of responsibility
instead of fame or fortune.
If I just
leave
my bedroom…
Can I really do anything
if I can’t even
save
my mom
from one man?
"Save the galaxy by…"
My character chimes.
No!
I’ll do it this time.
I’m done being a little kid.
I’ll save her.
But
how?
No book
video game
or class
has taught me how to save my mom.
The feelings
are returning now.
Dread, agony, and disgust materializes
as I recognize my face in the mirror.
Silence.
There is no character theme
if I disregard the sound of my mom crying.
Instead, I observe the boring figure in the mirror with no sharp angles or colors.
He left when I was deep within the pool of self-loathing,
claiming he’d get himself something to eat
as us women haven’t prepared food for weeks,
shelves bare.
When I leave my room for the first time in days,
my mom greets me with a smile,
pretending like she wasn’t just crying.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Sweetheart,” she says, voice wavering.
I can smell him on her.
“Do you mind making him food to eat?”
“No.” I reply as I peer into the empty cupboards.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Alone...
Whether I'm in a crowded room,
or alone with you....
It never seems to be enough...
I guess it shouldn't bother me as much,
this feeling of loneliness...
I'd grown all too familiar with it growing up...
Never fitting in,
always the one being left out of parties and social gatherings....
This feeling of loneliness is something I'd grown accustomed to,
but i never expected to feel it from you....
I thought you'd be different,
I know how much your gaming means to you and I get that,
I really do...
I just need someone...
Someone who's always going to be there,
sure there'll be distractions,
but nothing that's so self emerging and addicting that in that moment and time nothing else matters but winning...
I just need that constant reassurance,
that you're not going anywhere,
that I'm ok...
All i want is to be ok..... Not Alone......
I want, no, I crave that comfort, like a warm blanket and cozy socks,
curled up at a window to watch the rain as it pours down outside...
God I feel so alone.....
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
There are things called chromebooks, and they are like laptops
but they have one small difference,
they can fit in your bag,
they can run offline,
they can by used by schools,
they can be monitored,
they are cool
they are lightweight
they are good-looking
and most of all
they are fun to use
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
At the age of 10,
I enter a world manipulated by a smooth console
with knobs to weave myself into a different skin
level up with every ****
and move with a certain skill.
At the age of 12,
I open a world stacked on my shelf.
Some world lying there parched like the desert,
accumulating dust and letting its texture fray away.
Whereas some lie there with their syllables
paving roads to adventure
and intoxicating the air with its tropic odor.
At the age of 14,
I scroll myself into another world;
where vision is pixelated
and lighting is perfect.
Instagram and Snapchat are the societies that exist,
ranking your position with the followers you keep.
Endorphins are the taps you receive
and filters are what you apply before you leave.
At the age of 16,
I pick up the VR goggles
and sleep under lucid rainbows
and a different constellation.
Everything is under my control,
the timezone;
a stimulation that feels so real.
At the age of 18,
I meet people of different hues,
discovering new worlds in them.
With different nations weaved on their skin,
and composition of carbon, nitrogen, spice and sweet ever so different in them.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Just one more round I said,
Halfway through the third,
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
Like a domino in a rally
Am I part of the team?
Am I next in line?
Am I to stand or do I fall?
Like a domino in a deck
Will I be played?
Will I be laid?
Will I be noticed at all?
Like a domino on the table
Do I fit in?
Do I join up?
Do I answer the call?
Like a domino shuffled around
Can I adapt?
Can I settle back in?
Can I hold back the gall?
Like a domino in the box
Should I feel safe?
Should I like the dark?
Should I welcome the pall?
©pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – all right’s reserved
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
The sheer beauty of you will
had made the Earth tremble
And managed to bring unity
to a divided race of
sentients
Behind you, the sheep would never stray
we would follow, conscious that we may
never return
The battles were long,
the battles were hard
And to you, a debt we can never to pay
back
For what you stood for was true unity
For every race that thrives in this world
and beyond
Within your sight, you would make it all right
You came, you strived, you conquered and you
died
Which I still can't believe...
Which I still can't accept...
Shepard
With everything that the perils dealt,
I never truly sat down and told you
how I felt
You brought me the light
You brought me the rain
You brought me the hummingbirds
And now you brought me pain as
a causality
But I know that your sacrifice will never
be in vain, as now we are strengthen by
that chain of unity, of the power in being
different and proud
We're equals who stand strong on the
same ground
Shepard
I can't tell you how much I miss you
How much I want to see your face,
and your heart and your smile
And I dream of us together
when we shared that last night
Even though I knew it was a final,
final goodbye
Shepard
Thinking of all the times we had, I didn't know
what to do, and then I realised how I was lost
without you
By your side, I could take on every world
and beyond. It's still so hard to accept that
you're truly gone
a light that we need
a beacon of hope
I know you want me to live,
and it's hard to cope
Shepard
I regret not saying this to you more
As I think of the times we had before
I will always remember you
I will always love you
No one can ever deny you your dues,
your service, your strength has made
you a monolith
I will carry on your legacy forthwith
...Goodbye...
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC