"gameplay" poems
Walking at the
A wall is keeping me
I don't see it
It's there,
This is my life
Pixel trees & beautifully rendered
Land-Scapes
Around me
Like I'm on a treadmill
Walking in place
The Country-Side on a screen
Behind me as I fake walk
I want to go further
It’s only a scripting illusion
I’m not really moving
Everything else is
There's blinking arrows
A savepoint to my right
But
I want to go that way
It won't let me
low poly text box reminds
my avatar
you can see it but you can’t have it
turn around to continue gameplay
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
I grow tired of you hurting yourself with me.
You learn to hate me.
We don’t talk anymore.
My nightmares become fatal.
I stop responding because I don’t know how to answer, and I spend Christmas alone passing out wine-drunk to Naruto. I’m not sorry. My mother calls and I don’t know what to say, and neither does she. Then New Years Eve approaches like a dark cloud to water our crop, and wash away our debts,
but
my acquaintances want to have a fistfight, and I’m asked to be a witness in the police report [but I clearly remember nothing happening, through shades of alcohol].
I clearly remember at the beginning of the night I told you I don’t **** with cops.
Yet, now you’re surprised it makes me uncomfortable.
My daydreams grow immersive. My gameplay grows sloppy.
My reactions grow dull. My body grows weak.
This stranger tastes like cigarettes.
I don’t clearly remember the rest.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Are there real lessons to be learned,
from playing the board Game of Risk?
Is it just a fun, leisurely past time
with gameplay that can be fairly brisk?
Its premise promotes outright conflict,
albeit on a miniature scale and timetable.
With some posturing and open discussions,
attacks proceed without mortality tables.
Between uneasy alliances (based on lies)
and few verbal, unenforceable treaties,
what attitudes are honed while players
develop their world-domination strategies?
Using the armies of lifeless soldiers
to sate personal needs of global conquest,
wannabe dictators wave ideas of war-policy
with banners hiding a pseudo blood-lust.
From war campaigns with rules of engagement
that follow a predetermined, orderly sequence,
are societies secretly pushing warmongering
with unknown and unforeseen consequences?
Covert operations are not possible or deployed,
as military movements are clearly seen by all;
when acquiring territories around the World,
can a bad cause spread before an uncertain fall?
Does odds calculation for incremental success
as combatants tumble the dice of aggression,
dissuade future, role-playing battlers to not
**** others in favor of peaceful solutions?
Are we actually teaching our future generations
that war will be a permanent, acceptable ideal?
Can the human condition continue moving forward…
while the concept of peace may be sadly repealed?
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Pray let us not forget the fallen heroes from wars of now and times gone by.
A flash,
A crash.
A trick of lights.
May disturb the heroes on this night.
Noises.
Visions.
They were there.
Sod Guy Fawkes and pals (poor chaps).
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Firework night.
Mental gameplay.
Old soldiers,
Young Soldiers,
Cats and dogs.
Let's not forget the effect.
Too many tortured souls.
Still living in hell.
Fallen heroes.
Bowing in respect.
(C) LIVVI
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
The lipstick on your shirt
Is not mine
The perfume on your clothes
Is not mine
The smile you put on
Is not for me
The phone calls you get
Is not from me
Surely things have changed
I am a stranger now
Someone who doesn't exist
I have become unnoticeable
You have totally ignored me
You have shut me off
Then why am I still around?
Why does my heart ache?
Why do these tears flow?
Why do I still wait for you?
I guess am nothing to you now
As it was a well scripted gameplay
My mind understands
But my heart is facing a storm
Flooding with tears
Trembling with fears
I'm signing off today
Thank you for a great lesson
I'm out of your way...
©sim
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
...as I accidentally tripped over a cliff
He began to walk away
...I faked it as I pushed myself to lift
Looked around he was long gone his way
This is no true human to save a soul
A cold hearted coward with heart black as coal
He knew I was anti towards such acts
But I suppose he left out this important fact
Now the love he showed is no doubt fake
We should understand the mistakes we make
Love is no game, it brings me to shame
Thinking of the guy being so lustrious lame
A small test to see if he was my real love
He should have done something standing above
But unfortunately he just turned his back
So that's all part of dumb love which now lack
In me, in you, in everyone in this pack
Love is no gameplay
That's all I got to say!!!
©sim
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
i wake up on the chequerboard
being played upon by the overlord,
a pawn in the scheme of things,
let's see what tomorrow brings.
The same as it was yesterday
I am part of the game that they play
in which I do not have a say,
let's see what tomorrow brings.
One step ahead and three to the right
crossing swords with a knight,and
the overlords think that's alright,but
let's see what tomorrow brings.
Today,
with the pieces all done and
wondering who it was won,
thinking it wasn't much fun,
I'll see what tomorrow brings.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
Role plays an important role in the home
and the Middle East. "Honest and Cool
Cold Russia" Michael, Black, Black, Al,
Both, Hep, 1, Fantasy Smile and Fantasy
Fourth of Hampton in 3rd Year, or 3rd
Kansas-Jones in the 3rd Quartet, Black-skinned
North American experts are right. The skin
is very cold. Trash on the city and the Middle
East and Russia, religion and Mary's corner,
pregnancy, hair, computer skills, noise, noise,
and text. The Rise of the Guide is the first
edition of the book. My mother is a modern
retailer and pharmacist for modern women
and for publishing. Marcus Black, Yellow
and Black Black, Raw, Apples, Cold Tea,
Toothpaste, Hot and Cold Water. Wing test
interviews and many women in five to seven
years. Traditional cultural values of worship,
Russia, pharmaceuticals, and lower-middle-grade
drugs are for adults, adults, pregnancies, hair,
computers, audio, air, and text. Hansen
Selected Professor of the Forest and Wooded
Mountain. Service wrote a special song
for FIM. As a matter of fact, I remember
childhoods, black, black, red, black,
different ideas, and shoes, and I encountered
problems in the city I experienced
in the West. Gameplay, the goodness
of the devil, the heavens, the elephants
with the flow of the prophets, the best
of the blue and Japanese royal genres.
Our children and homeless children
will complete a white baby white.
This book is from Hagar
and Clark, Clark's Star. But if it is
not worth the money, it's a privilege.
I will return food; food, clothing,
and now to eat, or, thieves, thieves,
thieves, but fiction's contravention,
computer, home, music, things.
O, circle. Jeremy Clark, his own
wilderness lakes, shadows and 400 stars.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC