"npcs" poems
How low can we go down the rabbit hole?
I’ll take you to a place where the time never flows
The stars always glow, the sky is always blue
The grass is always green, and it’s all for you
But there’s a certain madness to this fantasy
So follow me as I measure every step carefully
You see this perfect planet is a theatre play
Either way, all we are is a bunch of NPCs
There’s a melody coming from the other side
As we stroll along the beach, by the ocean tide
And I show you smiles hidden in the crimson skies
Every perfect tale doesn’t show you the demise
But I made this world for you, you don’t have to deal with it
When you feel down, you can come and sink in it
Like a blanket on a winter evening, protect your heat
When the inside of your head gets too bleak
And when all you desire is a bit of sleep
So let your legs run, turn your head to stand by
And we’ll play the spectacle until you get by.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
capitalize it
punctuate it
then . . . **// s p a c e it
s a y it /**
to their gray faces
this is REVOLUTION baby
fall down prostrate in adoration
plead for mercy before the throne
of your orange Cheeto lord
worship 45
you owe your soul to him
(your owner/father-figure)
your president
mix-master D.J.
is wiser than you
that's why he is
president of your nation-state
so sorry about the will of 55%
of the amurican people
now dance
to your D.J.
like good NPCs
god bless amurica 45
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
i’ve lost enjoyment in what i used to love.
books left unread,
dust beginning to move in.
tv turned on,
my mind somewhere else.
video game systems untouched,
npcs wondering where their savior has gone.
guitars and piano sitting alone,
my fingers instead tapping on a phone.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Everything is amenable to a pen--
so nevermind this sudden splash of water
on this page, nevermind it all, it is
something I ought to have been able to make
for myself back home-- if I so desired it,
and finally, I'm glad that I no longer did:
You see,
travelling is a game for me. It is no
urgency, no need. When I was younger
how many times was I told that: it would be
this way? By teachers and others and televisions
that to leave home
would be the great mattering;
Let me remind you of the Acacia trees!
Nevermind this sea! And its constant blueness,
their imports of me and those who looked
like me; then their denails of me and
those that look like me when finally
the depature of their self-righteousness
A funny thought:
In RPGS they're NPCS:
In role-playing games they are
non-playable characters:
when you walk your character
to them and give a little click
upon them they might talk and say
something of their
lives
the question is, is what happens
after you switch off the video game
console. Are they always frozen
in their space in that time or is it
that the need for you to journey
keeps everybody so still in your head
that you forget that they too have
lives
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC