Ports and mods
programmers and developers
oldschool and would be forgotten
with their drives
and engines
the old is unearthed and regifted
like some sort of modern age
robin hood or
some guy fawkes mask wearing hood hell if I know
and this is a bad poem I know it
the focus is all too undefined.
Am I writing to fill pages? Or am I writing
cause I have to?
Neither answer would surprise me at this point
they remake
while I try to make
revamp reivent remake and recycle
and IP becomes a frail sentiment
thrown about in court rooms by lawyers
while they play in our basements
can’t seem to stop the rom on com boom
never soon to bust wave we all ride on in
our highpowered row boats
I wonder if they don’t do the same
filling file after file so it can sit on a shelf
a collection of works all remade and restored
their work. A lifetime
I get it
Categories:
mods, age, angst, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
I really like pretending
Especially at night
Then I can pretend
That I lead a different life
But when I am awake
I play Elder Scrolls 5
And distraction that it brings me
Makes everything alright
I know it may sound crazy
To wish I was 2D
But if it is crazy
Crazy’s all I’ll ever be
It sounds like a fib
such a strange thing to hear
But nothing learned is learned
From the place of learning here
I don’t say that to be rude
It’s unfortunate, but true
Skyrim taught me how to survive
How to escape and to elude
It taught me how to fight
When to fight, and for who
Skyrim is the reason
I’ve outlasted many nights
Living in 2D taught me how to feel alive
Categories:
mods, character, education, true love,
Form: Rhyme
It’s easy to believe
That humans don’t have hearts
After what they’ve done to me
Lies tend to numb the hurts
But I’ve never been the type
To lie, cheat, or steal
Instead I like to run
To run from what is real
And while I’ve never been athletic
I’ve always been creative
So I like to pretend
It matters what a person is
It doesn’t
Not really
No, not in the least
But pretending I’m someone
It brings me some peace
Categories:
mods, betrayal, desire, self,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve been trying to have a conversation.
Just to get a little piece of mind.
These drugs giving me a sensation.
Dying slow, but I’m feeling just fine.
Too bright in here, my pupils dilated.
Shades on, but, there ain’t no sunshine.
Stacking up this paper that I’m chasing.
Even though I can’t take it when I die.
HEY HEY!!! Howdy do.
What’s the word? What’s the move?
Pop a yop, I’m in the groove.
Call me Ed, cuz I’m a dude.
You're so rude swear you only listen to respond.
On that Dexter crap. Always yelling omelette au fromage.
And you put on the façade that you on your wits.
You just buying mods for your sims and starting arguments.
An Acquired taste that’s you black licorice.
You and I together love forever that’s superfluous.
Categories:
mods, break up, conflict, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
The moderns say iambic verse is dead-
to be cool you must write freestyle instead.
Iambic pentameter in rhyming verse
is targeted now as the very worst.
Even the Bard could not write this today-
and not have some trash him to his dismay-
though all formal poems and rhythmic feet
the mods now consider as obsolete.
Iambic rhyming verse is trite they say
badly outdated and has had its day.
Made the butt of jokes and slanderous mirth-
pendulums swing, it will have a new birth.
But it’s not how packaged that makes it right
or that makes a poem clichéd and trite.
Because it’s content that determines this-
iambic rhyme, free style, or any other tryst
Categories:
mods, humor, satire,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Time and again what you write is my FAVE
They stay in my memory and never FADE
You don’t know the difference your words have MADE
You always choose just the right MODE
Whether its one of the olds or one of the MODS
Your writing is truly a gift from the GODS
Into my favourites another one GOES
Categories:
mods, friendship, on writing and
Form: Free verse