Poetry on Education, Truth and Online Gaming (Poems inspired by boredom)

Here Are 3 Poems that i wrote , hope you people like it! haven't have the chance to post anything for a long time. :D

#1 << Real-I-tease>>

Come the counting,
Out of the world Possessed I,
Drop 1,2,...
Locked,Logged,Stopped.

Role Main, Meaning i lose count
Another dimension Hero I
Where i belong, My Kingdom
in Binaries, all Rest make Dust.
Rumbles, Finalities, Wide Screen
Click,click, untick, a new born created.
Called Virtue Reality dis.i pwn peeps

Slaying selves,Wishing spells, many days cast
in Darkness Woe,Oh, Spell away the pain
my shame. I play the gain. "Nay Wayne, I Reign!"
Sorry?Another Round?

#2 << FireFlies >>

They tail the lies:
Ho. Merry Joy! Once Again!
Ho. New Beginnings! Glad Tidings!
Rubbish.

I tear the mask,
I fear the cast,
these faces,who stare,
they,who hide. But
who are they but we
Whisperings
Gore. Slips...
They.the original Slys.

Take my face, make me nothing
I would rather be nothing.
Much like the fireflies...
they know the lies.
But what dim lives lead we
We
who follow the fireflies in
the Tails.

:wave:

#3 << Mr.Jack Hide >>

A Shadow, tempting
but soft, they vanish...
The Dark,it beckons
but soft, you resist...
Following day, "No followed Nights",you say.
but follow nights still you.

In Dungeon, in pristine dark they gleam
I burn,shout salvation,
, but demon take station

Big Loss.
What clock is it?
Very tossed.
I cocked up.
Dressing, messed self, feel like ****.
Following days until the night,
another black velvet dress.
You Devour, You Beast
At Last.

#4 << A Very Fine Education >>

Followed the system,
now the system controls me.
If only things were that simple.
Reverse the time, made me clever!
Not dumb as I are.
But Genius i will not, even time

I are dumb. A country bump.
Recitation.
Pumping me, feed me facts.
Rote Learning.
Food I become I to the rich.
Grammar learning me , English speaking me.
Rhyming.
Turning words educated me.
Genius a word, but not equals me. Mathematics.

What self-realised? what dreams?
told to become, never realised becoming.
Making Fausts who knowledge thirst,
we are loss in the fountain of regret.
Educate me, with words
drown my pain.

Maybe he's the wrong audience, but this reader doesn't understand any of it. And he really means that- there aren't even parts where he can make an educated guess.

This reader feels like you just threw words at a page and expect the audience to do the rest of the work.







J

These are written in a short-hand language that obviously means something to the writer... but I doubt anyone else is going to get much pleasure from reading them unfortunately.

H

:wave:

If I imagine for a moment that spending a lifetime on gaming will produce this, then I get it!