"respawning" poems
A volley of gunfire
A stream of offensive epithets.
An amazed girl
And an enraged boy.
After every volley of gunfire,
There was a respawning individual.
Steam could be seen emanating from his ears
Anger radiated off of him.
The girl watched carefully
Taking note of every action.
The sounds of battle could be heard
And the boy kept getting aggressive.
Innovative and anatomically impossible suggestions were made
Names were called and yelled out
And the game continued
“I effing stuck him” was repeatedly yelled.
Finally, after a long rant,
The boy jumped with ecstasy
In the heat of the final battle, he won.
Now he wouldn’t have to fling his controller
The girl applauded him, thankful for the blessed silence.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
No way for her to ascertain
the ashen carpets of erasure
randomly assigned to the tapestry of garish
hope's circumstantial hopscotch squares
with a body already incommodiously perched
upon legs submissive to the here and now's
drunken mercury
Alone she has been left to sweep up
the gravity that hobbles optimism
in the hops of faith around the ambivalence
of horizontal authenticity
Left alone to weep on twitching roots
and theorize a rally bloom in spite
of severance in tune with sparks of closure
The shadow of her sunken chin emits
embroiled tributaries of respawning yesterdays
Queen of checkerboard embodiment
her rhythmic rule entails zephyrs of endurance
in the vacuum of fulfilling prophecies
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Scribble, scribble, I write notes after notes
Click, click, on the web ,I research more and more....
Tick-tick, I go to bed at 4 in the morning
Beep, beep, My alarm wakes me and I'm still tired and yawning
Open, open, my eyes, I feel as if I'm in a game and respawning...
Ready, ready, is what I am for the day...
So...
Let me make so more tea, that weirdly replenishes my energy and then continue on the grind...
Back to constantly working on the ideas on my mind....
Back to working on my self ,the new year is on its way, the new me resumes it's hardworking today
Although the new year may be a month away, today marks the last month of the year, the last month before a new transformation flourishes
I say flourish not start , since it has already begun..... 2019 is steadily on the horizon so sit back and enjoy the fun....
2019...
What becomes of the year?
What becomes of me?
A new step closer to making my own history, maybe ?
Enough questions , for now I will wait , watch and see....
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
We each start out with three hearts...
And then we love,
And before we know it,
All of our hearts are gone.
Only this time,
There's no respawning.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC