"wacka" poems - Hello Poetry

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

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Nov 30, 2012

Nov 30, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC

carsenault10

8-bit Feeling

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

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I love to hear the songs my mother listened to... For when she was advising that was what was playing... "The love and happiness" That Al Green stuff. That stevie wonder, Off the Wall, Fat Luther Stuff I want to hear a band back up a love ballad... Because When My mother advised She showed me good music.... But now my uncle had a baby A real NWA sowing his seed to that "face down *** up thats the way I like to...." and well thats what he advised because all throughout the house it was "All the way live" And now my cousin got a baby... Two Chains sounds way better than One.. And since muppet babies don't come on the lil man hears Wacka Flacka Flame When the radio comes on See the labels say it best Parental advisory So the music they suggest will be what rules Society...

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Jun 13, 2013

Jun 13, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC

quentin-briscoe

"parental advisory"

I love to hear the songs my mother listened to... For when she was advising that was what was playing... "The love and happiness" That Al Green stuff. That stevie wonder, Off the Wall, Fat Luther Stuff I want to hear a band back up a love ballad... Because When My mother advised She showed me good music.... But now my uncle had a baby A real NWA sowing his seed to that "face down *** up thats the way I like to...." and well thats what he advised because all throughout the house it was "All the way live" And now my cousin got a baby... Two Chains sounds way better than One.. And since muppet babies don't come on the lil man hears Wacka Flacka Flame When the radio comes on See the labels say it best Parental advisory So the music they suggest will be what rules Society...

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To be in school is to have a duel of renewal, of the things we have learned whether we should burn the past or be stubborn and hang on denying the new as if we had any clue on how to make this stew of life brew we grew and we grew some have beards, some have ******* but some of us stayed the same as the rest our brains put to the test we are still stuck in our nest where we find comfort. Im like a bald eagle ready to get its prey, Like a pitbull off his leash ready to eat a maltese The cure that frees us of the disease And get you off your knees The bee that protects his queen By giving my life away in one sting The genius who thinks The elephant that drinks at the water hole Surrounded by lions The third king that roams the desert Let us not pretend to be experts because we tend to lose on lifes greatest news whether we know how to make the stew or not let us not be fake and appreciate the things that have brought us here to this day your fate is not to educate your thought because like fruit is comes to rot I know because I sought and fought to be like Isaac Newton I've been wanting to make inventions but in a different dimension although this pressure and tension is making me less than the great depression I guess I haven't learned a lesson from all this oppression. My math class, is tougher than catching a 100 pound bass, my muscle mass decreasing just like my reasoning I want to be logical like whats the meaning of me thinking so much it's demeaning like an old man singing while drinking stinging to the minds eye it's way too bright my sight has gone blind I wish I could rewind to 1859 when the world was different and we were all able to be kind that's just a guess my minds a mess full of pests and stresses and guesses with unimportant messages. Relentless that's me, An A is okay but no less than a B. If I get a C im not trying and a D man I got to stop being such a G. This is all Bolognee I want to go ***** im getting lonely but I am surrounded my mind is quiet but outside it's violent I am astounded I guess im well rounded like the blue berry girl in ***** wonka they call me wacka flocka of the new york times I shine through my grind just kidding im lying, im lazy as can be because that's how school made me.

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC

MrSleepz

School (freewrite)

To be in school is to have a duel of renewal, of the things we have learned whether we should burn the past or be stubborn and hang on denying the new as if we had any clue on how to make this stew of life brew we grew and we grew some have beards, some have ******* but some of us stayed the same as the rest our brains put to the test we are still stuck in our nest where we find comfort. Im like a bald eagle ready to get its prey, Like a pitbull off his leash ready to eat a maltese The cure that frees us of the disease And get you off your knees The bee that protects his queen By giving my life away in one sting The genius who thinks The elephant that drinks at the water hole Surrounded by lions The third king that roams the desert Let us not pretend to be experts because we tend to lose on lifes greatest news whether we know how to make the stew or not let us not be fake and appreciate the things that have brought us here to this day your fate is not to educate your thought because like fruit is comes to rot I know because I sought and fought to be like Isaac Newton I've been wanting to make inventions but in a different dimension although this pressure and tension is making me less than the great depression I guess I haven't learned a lesson from all this oppression. My math class, is tougher than catching a 100 pound bass, my muscle mass decreasing just like my reasoning I want to be logical like whats the meaning of me thinking so much it's demeaning like an old man singing while drinking stinging to the minds eye it's way too bright my sight has gone blind I wish I could rewind to 1859 when the world was different and we were all able to be kind that's just a guess my minds a mess full of pests and stresses and guesses with unimportant messages. Relentless that's me, An A is okay but no less than a B. If I get a C im not trying and a D man I got to stop being such a G. This is all Bolognee I want to go ***** im getting lonely but I am surrounded my mind is quiet but outside it's violent I am astounded I guess im well rounded like the blue berry girl in ***** wonka they call me wacka flocka of the new york times I shine through my grind just kidding im lying, im lazy as can be because that's how school made me.

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