The "General Games Chat" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
In the bitter rigid streets
Of A metropolis, I never knew
I awoke,
Anonymous of whom I am
My orifice moved
The residents did not respond
Whispers approached my ears
Like a phantom
I turned, sharply
Three men, I saw
Hosting firearms as large as my ego
They knew me,
I clicked.
My hand reached for my pocket
Almost automatically
I knew they were to depart this life
Loaded up the projectile
Bang, the first stalls to the floor
Bang, the second rolls onto the pavement,
Clutching his stomach
I started to load another round…
I landed on the hard urban street,
The sound of screaming vehicles,
The laughing of citizens in the alcohol joint,
The newspaper swept across my blank face.
I left this urban metropolis…
A small tumour-like organism,
Fed upon my reverse
Assault rifle, sitting comfortably in my hand
Shot after shot missed
I looked forward…
Numerous beings of the same variety,
Another race battling additionally
I watched on as I filled the mortals with cold lead,
Each fell to the floor, screaming
The personalisation of each scream,
Made me anticipate the next
Hell- bent I continued to destroy
The enclosed purple hallways, spun
I forgot about the cretin on my shoulder
I fell to the soft ground, the last of our kind
Plasma flung transversely across the scope, in celebration
This world I left, in ruins
I emerged once more,
My instincts told me
I needed to survive
Yet, I saw nothing, my eyes were becoming wary
I twisted round, quickly,
Paranoia alarms in my cranium, were loud
I spun round on the attack, nonentity
Just a huge room, portals, blood on the damaged, solid ground…
Blood?
A large man stood facing me,
His manifestation was cold
And his stare was freezing
I couldn’t move away, his eyes were transfixed.
Blood poured from my wounded mouth
My leg, felt somewhat loose
I slipped into a mild daydream
Awoken by a kick to my kidneys
His hand penetrated my side
My skeleton prevailed in his elongated arms
The leftovers fell onto the hard concrete,
Once more, I leave this world of destruction, this murderous, obscene location.
I had been living these lives for well over 3 hours now, yet I was still bemused of my purpose.
I looked at the time,
I thought it was 10:10, time for respite
I rechecked the deceitful timepiece
9:13?
Morning was upon me,
I laid down the controller,
From a night of gaming supremacy
These worlds I visit for amusement, yet, escaping, is where I fail...
Cheers
Of A metropolis, I never knew
I awoke,
Anonymous of whom I am
My orifice moved
The residents did not respond
Whispers approached my ears
Like a phantom
I turned, sharply
Three men, I saw
Hosting firearms as large as my ego
They knew me,
I clicked.
My hand reached for my pocket
Almost automatically
I knew they were to depart this life
Loaded up the projectile
Bang, the first stalls to the floor
Bang, the second rolls onto the pavement,
Clutching his stomach
I started to load another round…
I landed on the hard urban street,
The sound of screaming vehicles,
The laughing of citizens in the alcohol joint,
The newspaper swept across my blank face.
I left this urban metropolis…
A small tumour-like organism,
Fed upon my reverse
Assault rifle, sitting comfortably in my hand
Shot after shot missed
I looked forward…
Numerous beings of the same variety,
Another race battling additionally
I watched on as I filled the mortals with cold lead,
Each fell to the floor, screaming
The personalisation of each scream,
Made me anticipate the next
Hell- bent I continued to destroy
The enclosed purple hallways, spun
I forgot about the cretin on my shoulder
I fell to the soft ground, the last of our kind
Plasma flung transversely across the scope, in celebration
This world I left, in ruins
I emerged once more,
My instincts told me
I needed to survive
Yet, I saw nothing, my eyes were becoming wary
I twisted round, quickly,
Paranoia alarms in my cranium, were loud
I spun round on the attack, nonentity
Just a huge room, portals, blood on the damaged, solid ground…
Blood?
A large man stood facing me,
His manifestation was cold
And his stare was freezing
I couldn’t move away, his eyes were transfixed.
Blood poured from my wounded mouth
My leg, felt somewhat loose
I slipped into a mild daydream
Awoken by a kick to my kidneys
His hand penetrated my side
My skeleton prevailed in his elongated arms
The leftovers fell onto the hard concrete,
Once more, I leave this world of destruction, this murderous, obscene location.
I had been living these lives for well over 3 hours now, yet I was still bemused of my purpose.
I looked at the time,
I thought it was 10:10, time for respite
I rechecked the deceitful timepiece
9:13?
Morning was upon me,
I laid down the controller,
From a night of gaming supremacy
These worlds I visit for amusement, yet, escaping, is where I fail...
Cheers
Page:
Cheers DC, I enjoy writing them :)
HA! Nice one! I love reading crazy poems like this! That one was pretty well made dude. :-D
"kills small pig"
"kills small pig"
Nice. I'm on-me-way
That last bit is a sniper from the other side across the desert . The war's never over, y'see?
Whatever.
You're in my story, by the by - SR Time Team. Go take a peep, I doubt anyone else will.
Cheers.
Whatever.
You're in my story, by the by - SR Time Team. Go take a peep, I doubt anyone else will.
Cheers.
Congrats on the GAD FFF, truely deserved. Was you poem about war? if so, very good, a little unsure of the last bit though, please explain. Anyway, well played :)
I just looked at my poems, they're both crap.
Strange, that.
Oh, well - here's the really short one. Also crap:
The wide, bright sun gleamed off the sand.
A child mounted the dune.
Her land was free at last, no more fighting.
She shaded her eyes, looked out at freedom.
Across the sand a man smiled.
A bullet through her head.
Bang. Dead.
Meh.
Strange, that.
Oh, well - here's the really short one. Also crap:
The wide, bright sun gleamed off the sand.
A child mounted the dune.
Her land was free at last, no more fighting.
She shaded her eyes, looked out at freedom.
Across the sand a man smiled.
A bullet through her head.
Bang. Dead.
Meh.
Yeh both techniques are successful, from experience, however the more subliminal approach is more suited to my writing i think
Hmm.
I'll chuck them up tomorrow, take cover.
Mine are usually more straightfoward - I like using open-ended ideas and pictures to let the reader imagine the story behind it.
I'll chuck them up tomorrow, take cover.
Mine are usually more straightfoward - I like using open-ended ideas and pictures to let the reader imagine the story behind it.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Somehow it's easy to write peoms about. Do you get that?
Sometimes things fall into place easily, but often requires thought in order to get your point across without the reader knowing they are intercepting these views. The wordery also need to sustain a constant sort of rhythym, to give it that readability.
> Somehow it's easy to write peoms about. Do you get that?
Sometimes things fall into place easily, but often requires thought in order to get your point across without the reader knowing they are intercepting these views. The wordery also need to sustain a constant sort of rhythym, to give it that readability.
I got ye. Makes sense.
I might type up this poem I wrote in a boring english lesson (which was is all of them).
It's centered around death also.
Somehow it's easy to write peoms about. Do you get that?
I might type up this poem I wrote in a boring english lesson (which was is all of them).
It's centered around death also.
Somehow it's easy to write peoms about. Do you get that?
Page: