"respawn" poems
Mario hits it with the sounds
of bodies hitting plexiglass.
My horses hit it without a sound. They want to escape it.
And I am trying to drive this dune buggy
off this cliff, but the clipping is strong here.
In Pac-Man, the tunnels were circular. I don’t know
if people realized that they were trapped in a sphere.
In Asteroids when you get to the edge of the universe,
you begin again.
And that Snake. His body could stretch all over his world
looping, but he could never eat his tail.
If all your electrons were in the right place, and all the wall’s
electrons were in the right place. You could feasibly walk through
the wall.
What would you do while in the wall? Think. Fear.
The superposition could rip your body into ragdoll parts.
When I turned clipping off, I expected the freedom to walk through
the wall and suddenly the floor
fell out from under me.
Every time I respawn I feel like my inventory is heavier,
and my flamethrower burns colder.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Oh, how I always wanted to live in an 8-bit world
Side-scrolling action
Duck hunts galore
As much currency as a first-world country
It’s hard not to love it
From Pokémon to Kid Icarus
The nostalgia nearly takes my breath away
I won’t let problems stack up like Tetris
I’m not being chased by ghosts crying,
“Wacka, wacka, wacka, wacka, wacka”
This isn’t a video game, it’s real life
When you die you don’t respawn like nothing ever happened
No, this is it. One life.
I’m placing blocks in Minecraft
Pwning n00bz in Call of Duty
Gaining headshots on Grunts like Master Chief
Gathering rings in Sonic the Hedgehog
Sneaking around like Ezio Auditore da Firenze
And delivering newspapers like Paperboy
While escaping the mysterious Slenderman
I’m living in this virtual world without danger
I don’t want to make it on these streets like Frogger
I don’t have big shoes to fill like the plumber or the blue blur
This ain’t no sandbox or first-person shooter, it’s reality
So, live it to the fullest, don’t rage quit
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
LOST NO LIGHT, LIFE IN VAIN
CARRY LIARS INTO THE FLAMES
DREADED MEMORIES OF HORRIBLE PAIN
BURY MEMORIES ALL THE SAME
HOPEFUL HEARTS OPEN TO THE SUN
AS A NEW DAY DAWNS
AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE
I'M A BULLET WITH NO GUN
I'M ALIVE AGAIN
AT THE END BACK WERE WE BEGAN
WHATEVER GODS MAY BE
I'M THE MASTER I CREATE
MASTER OF MY DESTINY
THE MASTER OF MY FATE
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SOUL
YOU CAN NOT VIOLATE
YOU WONT MAKE ME COLD
I WONT FEEL YOUR HATE
wrong & right its all the same
you still have somewhere to place the blame
lost in forbidden realms of the brain
it all seems different but still the same
LOST NO LIGHT, LIFE IN VAIN
CARRY LIARS INTO THE FLAMES
DREADED MEMORIES OF HORRIBLE PAIN
BURY MEMORIES ALL THE SAME
HOPEFUL HEARTS OPEN TO THE SUN
AS A NEW DAY DAWNS
AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE
I'M A BULLET WITH NO GUN
I'M ALIVE AGAIN
AT THE END BACK WERE WE BEGAN
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
(Preta प्रेत (Sanskrit) or Peta (Pāli) is the name for a type of (arguably supernatural) being described in Buddhist, Hindu, Sikh, and Jain texts that undergoes more than human suffering, particularly an extreme degree of hunger and thirst. They are often translated into English as “hungry ghosts”, from the Chinese, which in turn is derived from later Indian sources generally followed in Mahayana Buddhism.)
The series of blurs that was summer 2006 makes me wonder what kind of evils we committed in past lives. What otherworldly desires plagued us with this need to feed upon the surging tidal wave of young blood? The days from May 16th to August 23rd were black mirror images, indiscernible. I kept the 1997 Honda Accord running, tapping my fingers to the beats of Built to Spill on the dashboard, waiting for you outside your father’s newly constructed home on ice. You would bleed forth, blue sun light reflecting off windows to face like an eight point filter. What we did with the day mattered not. It was as important to us as the script of action flicks. We were the only people that we wanted to know and we were the places that we wanted to go. The day lived and died, as the nighttime was when our karma sprung curse would take us. Turn off blurred screens, ignore details of the war, pull the hatch shaded curtains tight. We shared a bed in which we did not sleep, bodies silent, blaring alarms. The same hungry ghosts feeding and choking on ash all night. We burned out, successful slow turns into frail husks. It was then that we couldn’t get full anymore, we realized that we fit like clothes made out of wasps. It hasn’t gotten better for either, a ghoul roaming in the night, hunting for the next lay like a record skipping. We will asphyxiate on stones or have our throats burned by water. Hopefully we’ve suffered enough to respawn into more advanced forms. I hope I see you in the next life as anything else.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
We got those 1800s vibes
Men with moustaches
Women with moustaches
You ready to Hunt for your lives?
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns
Snub nose for up close, it's a must
Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut
Wear you out
'Til your absorbed by the mud
Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won
Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn
We've still air in our lungs.
It's that time again, we close to sittin' pretty
Lord I pray for courage, so light that soul fire in me
Stacks of crucifixes, so we don't run out quickly
Hang it loosely round my neck should it get dark and dingy
Ward off the devils spirits, or beasts made from three sixes
Martini firepower, and no I don't mean drinkin'
Sometimes be something sicker, for demons I be killing
I'm off to hell and back, to stop em from existing...
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns
Snub nose for up close, it's a must
Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut
Wear you out
'Til your absorbed by the mud
Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won
Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn
We've still air in our lungs.
Guess its our turn now, y'all ready for a feud
Ain't no stopping this crowd, we're simply too imbued
That cross around your neck, its just a waste of fuel
The venom flowing in us means conditions won't improve
We'll just keep on marching, until you're twice removed
This is our land you're farming, the boss is not amused
The biggest baddest of us here, do this **** just for fun
You'll never take us all something wicked this way comes
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns
Snub nose for up close, it's a must
Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut
Wear you out
'Til your absorbed by the mud
Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won
Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn
We've still air in our lungs.
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock and load what you want
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock and load what you want
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock and load what you want
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
a river fish filled
between snow capped
summits. Brown bear
stares.
solitary salmon
travelled to respawn,
across an open ocean
nearly there now.
and once the task
completed?
time to lie down
dead.
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a history of people passed.
face shapes long gone,
drawn by memory's gravity apparently once close
now so far away.
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the sunlight slumped
on square shoulders.
Ever the Adonis
testament to a love
unlike any other
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
I don’t care you know, just make me up
but I suppose if I don’t do basic character designing first, you’d have nothing substantial to play with
opened the character settings page then gave up
oh well you can just fantasize about this hollow husk
just physical, for starters
I’d still be honoured
you ask me how I’m doing
I laugh so loud the ceiling shakes and neighbours come out of their houses
I started losing my footing since I stepped into this hellhole
you know, my vision is blurred
just take advantage of me
I won’t even retaliate I might even play along
hey, the me from pre-quicksand
I miss you please come home
this house is something like a hollow husk
I can’t see clearly anymore
I should probably get some glasses
even then I’d still let them play with me
I always levelled up my combat but neglected other skills for self-preservation
cooking, crafting, farming, hunting, etc.
is the person in the mirror the same as the person in the photos
****** doppelgängers
I’m quite the expert at investing in things I shouldn’t
and subtly letting people down
hey, the me from pre-quicksand
I think you should come home so I feel more myself
so maybe I can once again be kind(er)
and a little more wise
to see with unclouded eyes
and stop wandering off unarmed into the great unknown
when you’re back, pass me the ****** glasses
hey, idiot in the quicksand
can you at least try to ask for help
instead of struggling there like a *****
you’re sinking deeper
so I’m hollering and screaming at the top of my lungs
frightened faces peer out from windows opposite
forget it I’ll make a home of the quicksand
when I was still in control of the game
I should’ve trained some skill to get me out of this ********
or at least deal with it better
because now someone else is playing me
to some stranger I passed the reins, saying
“I don’t care you know, just make me up”
I’m in chin-deep
just launch me into battle without ammunition
I’ll simply die, then respawn, then die, then respawn, then die, then respawn
again
and again
oh well I guess this isn’t so bad
by the time the me from pre-quicksand comes back
there might not be a need for her anymore
nor for ******* glasses
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
In the shadows of stone mountains
Down a fragile ancient road,
Past streams and dreams of glory
Lay a leader bathed in gold.
Haunted by the battlefields of his youth
The forgotten weight of halos old.
A poltergeist of progress
Found downed outside the zone.
Cast off by players unknown
Pretenders covet the Apex throne,
Where Aculites fight like demons
Exorcising respawn beacons
Necromancers in the Thunderdome.
While Tom seems indisposed,
Locked up and throwing rocks
Mocked by the gulag and the snow.
Though we really should have known
The esteemed leader was on his own,
His chute just would not open
Slowmotion to the sound of Chopin,
Commander falls just like a Stone.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
I just keep walking
not knowing where to go
A distant future
But a past that runs so slow.
I'm lost and confused
With no one to grip
A knife in my back
A heart that's been ripped.
I live each day
With a steady breath
and a blink to follow
I never thought it'd be hard
Until my heart turned hollow .
I wanna shout out
For someone to come and save me
I'm crying and lashing
asking for a plea.
For someone to take away this dreadful pain,
That's clashing in my mind
I always thought I'd see love,
But I just ended up blind
Why is this happening to me?
What did I ever do?
It seems like sunny days are over
And all I can see is blue.
But black can't even describe my soul
My incompetent fate
I drown in tears
My soul filled with hate.
I wish i could start over
As if my life can respawn,
Or maybe it'd be better,
If I were just gone
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
"The ocean, the shore, and the grass
The difference between them three"
Can one see where I am?
Here laying in the grass,
Following up to what appears
To be whatever it appears to be
I can’t tell what I need
So content without
But so colorful when you look out
The shore
Like therapy that leaves its mark
I need to be washed
The remains of the abyss
Sink me in
The agony of the hot sun
Wearing me out till I become none
I need to go
Where the tides say no
The ease of the lake
My past feels fake
Will I ever respawn
*** now I’m forever gone
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
why has everyone always got to be so mean
when they see me crying, it only makes them keen
and when they the scars engraved upon my wrist,
the sentences they create hit me harder than their fists
i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be born
i'm just grateful that after i'm gone, i can't respawn
i wish i wasn't in this world too
i don't deserve a single breath as much as others do
it breaks my heart
to see innocent people part from their families for death
i should be the one it takes
my death would make everyone feel better
and i wouldn't need to write a letter
because i'd have no one who would care to read it
who would care about why i died
who would blink a single time
i have no one there for me
no one who knows everything about me and doesn't think i'm crazy
i'm surrounded by people but i'm still so alone
i smile so much, but people don't know
that everytime it will always be fake
just another meaningless face i'll make
my smile doesn't mean anything
just because i smile, it doesn't mean i'm happy
if you saw my scars as well as my smile
it wouldn't take you a long while,
to see how i truly feel.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
Living each day like you're already dead;
Is like always waking up on the wrong side of the bed
Perhaps it is how it feels to others, to some;
But unlike me I've been waking up empty, next to none.
Breathe in, Breathe out is what I always tell myself;
Trying to conquer death is like living without a shell
Any moment your vulnerability will be invaded by emptiness;
Too busy to find something to do with too much nothingness.
How empty a soul can be without the will to move forward?
Always holding unto memories you can't go back..Things you can't have
Come to think of it..Is it really not possible to just die and relive existent?
Like we can just opt out and respawn if we feel that the pain is consistent.
So shallow I know to think like that when out of your mind;
Hey! You can't blame a person to ponder when life left them behind
One can think of many things when in sorrow, all that is farfetch;
Yet..It still true that trying is better rather than succumb yourself to death.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Life has no restart button,
there is no respawn.
People come and leave
but life goes on.
Decisions are made,
wrong or right.
We follow the path
and search for the light.
Sometimes we laugh,
again we are pained.
Memories sustain us
but futures are gained.
We breathe in,
we exhale.
We move forward
and aim not to fail.
The start over button
does not exist.
Our being is set
and we will persist.
To the end we wander,
where does it lead?
Until game over
is decreed.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
we play games with the word Death
and it loses its meaning
respawn
game over
try again?
soliders with out sacrifice
electric children
plugged into
imaginary building blocks
in unseen and unreal
worlds
a stranger imagined for them
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
You’ve probably seen your share of horrors by now so one more shouldn’t steer you off of path
I know I missed the days of watching you grow and how you made everyone around you laugh
But I got caught up with some bad people and it cost me my life in whole
I had to watch you grow up from a distance while still trying to push you out your comfort zone, but that distance can’t be made up and your brain will forever have a hole
When you needed me most I had to leave you alone
And now you’re writing poems but it’s my fault why you’re not out there getting a New Years kiss
She’s a cute girl but I feel her attention is not where it should be and that’s where being crazy comes into play
And I patiently wait for when you become a father because that’ll be the day
I learn from my mistakes and can hopefully be a good grandfather
But if you have a son that’ll be the day I start breathing harder
Watching you and him interact together has a list of regrets running through my mind like a movie I’ve seen too many times
I’ll always admire how big and smart you’ve grown and how you stayed away from criminal crimes
And I’ve come to conclusion that all the things you said about me is true but most importantly I’m a deadbeat
You cooked me up good with the words you wrote but managed to watch me bleed while you salivated like rich people do at red meat
But just know there used to be a time when I was proud to have said I have a son
And if death disguised himself as a cop I’d jump in front of the gun
I never thought my absence would give you anxiety, but again that’s my fault
Try hitting up one of those Spanish girls on your Snapchat, that’s not fatherly advice just a man thought
Be one thing you can’t deny is before there was Gemini we all knew you as Stephon
The boy who lived to provide for his family and friends and would do it until god said it’s his time to be gone
And correct me if I’m wrong
But isn’t there a girl from your senior year in high school that killed you mentally when she chose him over you? I’ve seen the way you’ve been talking and looking at that girl from college so son I think it’s time to respawn
And stop writing poems about these girls and face to face tell them how you feel until the crack of dawn
My last wish from you is to tell that girl how you feel and maybe your words can hit her hard and you she can be the one to lift your anxiety curse
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Ink Still Coming Out
This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,
Where there no light for the flower to bloom,
Where the wave, show me the ways,
To amaze you every day,
I squeese my head down,
To see your smile, every sweat drop to the ground,
Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,
Just to show my love too astound,
I shout your name, without adout on the highest paramount,
At the lawn, till dawn, Just to see you respawn,
So we will be together forever and i will never ever let you gone,
Your mom and dad on the list, so i make them a tryst,
To let them know, im holdin' your wrist,
huggin' you for the blist,-out,
Before we lift up to the cloud,
Can you hear me, through this beat?
That i cant stay clam, while thinking how beautiful you are,
While you beautifully embalm, me like a shooting star,
That landed in my heart, from the outher space,
From the far i can see that light glazy, shinning from that face,
And now i can get out from this hazing gasling maze,
Dont let me losse it before the next phrase,
Please, i dont want to feel this,
Pain but anything that i should gain,
That the reality when they call me crazy,
Coz im the joker, you my harley quinn,
If im a king, will you be my queen?
I telling you that i love you and i will prove it...
My mouth aint sweet enough make you blush,
I played with word but still can been trust, not for you to flush,
Im your crush not for lust,
To cheer you at high tide never make me tired to fight for my pride to show my gust,
There's a knight, that ready for fight,
For you, day and night,
That who i am, your savior,
Anything happen here even a disaster,
I will save you after my mother,
So she can see, that i want her to see, i save the woman i love,
This is a curse, when i cant durst myself to express myself to the universe,
Serve anythin' that you should deserve,
Emptyin' my purse is my thirst for your love,
List out, so i can bring it out,
This ink still comming out,
I will make never adout my love,
Just like you should deserve..
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 6:21 PM 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
Follow the pathway until there’s an end.
The more you move forward, the chances you’ll win.
And if you die, that’s okay, respawn again.
There’s more to this journey than worlds to defend.
Go bouncing to music until there’s a theme.
Grin, frozen in time, as if this was a dream.
Oh, someone needs help, though it’s not what it seems.
Complete the percentage to add to winning.
As time will swim by, you may fall off track.
You better gain points, so you can come back.
Be wise when you fall, for you are intact,
You may not come back again, you are not a cat.
As you gain experience, keep this in mind,
You must not journey as if you have been blind.
Cause, there will be bosses and many are strong.
Isn’t obvious, base it on the song.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Be honest with your pain,
Be honest with your anger
Do not pretend to be an angel-
your wings are clipped, remember?
You aren't here to appease
the crowd who's displeased
Face the mirror and look
At the multiple selves you've built
Aren't you one fantastic *****
I know, isn't it great?
You're the harbinger of pain-
you can no longer be slain
When the exit wounds bleed endlessly
You pick up the jagged and sharp edges
Even sliced up fingers empower your recesses
You die
And die
And die
There's no limit to your life
It's scary
The respawn time don't matter
When you come back
You come back stronger
The demons under your bed stop playing
"Aren't you coming?"
Hell nah
You don't know it yet
but I'm gonna replace the devil
You tell them now
Oh she is...
She is coming.
Better ring the bells-
get the sinners
to start running
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
I will remain Humble. Even though it hurts immensely, knowing...
I have provided to feed more mouths, that had turns of good and bad stuff to share about me.
You ever been in a situation, where your you took the shirt off your own back
to prevent the other from freezing or burning their buns off.
Removed more knives, from my back and fought my demons to the death.
Careless, to the ability if it chose to respawn or not.
I on the other hand.....
Deciding not to emotionally, respond to the negative energy. Continue to do what is required.
Hatred does not give me what is helpful to my living purpose.
Stronger and wiser I will become.
I will remain
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
Im building a plant
200 billion worth
Im building
A gun
An gun restore
Manufactory
Not like the ones now
Im talking no serial
Im buying all
New temu
Automatics
Nationwide
This includes
Camps
Barracks
Wharehouse
Underground bunkers
Underground facilities
If we spent 500 billion
Thats ok too
Im going to arm my civilians
****** gave everyone a gun
Me too 2024
Mash em down
As fast they respawn
They two isles on my nugget
The new amazon
Ammunition
Hurry buy 100
Not rounds
100 pounds
50 cal sounds 2 miles rooftop
On the pile
Look out
Look over
Top my city
Whats about to go down
More guns
More ammo
Americafied
Greatest Nation Alive
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC