My character seems to be dead
but i am
just away
from keyboard
Shortened time
seems longer
and seconds last for years
Evil lives in residence
The labyrinth brought multiple dooms
Hey was followed by Mario
Sega sang its name
Bandicoots and spinning dragons
Tekken was not mortal
Crashes brought the bonus
and the car theft was grand
and from the silenced hill
the hitman calls his duty
fallout has no creed
and the last of us will stand
Categories:
tekken, poetry,
Form: Free verse
4/21/17
All humans made of bones and flesh it's true
Whether you do or don't have your whole life ahead of you
There's always going to be a test or two
During any treks we do
The sky ocasionally red and blue
At certain dates bills and rent is due
Objects straighter than an arrow or bent and skewed
Daily some using pharmaceutical meds and booze
And others that never do
Might've been at one point a friend to you
And now may be as good as dead to you
Better watch out before I pull off some tekken moves
With these lethal weapons you lose
By yourself or with a retinue
Focus on your own revenue
Work hard and eliminate any ineptitude
Among particles, debris and any residue
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
tekken, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
His beat rages for hours
darting to the computer table
without time to greet Mom or Dad
as the light pops every minute; wired in
space, lost in blank words when he speaks,
enthralled to level up and gain power points
because he cares more for video than human talk.
The light on the screen aims at Tekken and aliens
raging a war against supremacy, somewhere
outside the real world he can’t deal with, now.
And he puts the light on, enticing him to dim
a special nook in a lit, closed room. Kiddie
books unread for weeks; a migraine
splits past 12 am for a kid of
nine years unable to
control an impulse.
He eats, plays
and deals with
his robot pals..
. . . . .
. . . . .
other boys take
their bikes out,
buts he pushes
another button
controlled by his
mechanical allies
with guns ,roars.
. . . . .
Video wreck,
Game
Categories:
tekken, light,
Form: Shape
I think we are, cause when ever i'm stressed there you are, With your smooth body and
perfect face, ABOVE YOU NOBODY SHALL PLACE. And I love when you fall in my palms as i
grip you tight, watch with delight, how i execute my might. You are my perfect mold no
breaking in, watch how i punish them with no hesitation, whipping ass on my play-stay-tion....
nothing like some good zona (BUD), an intriguing game of tekken 5, chess, or call of duty for
the playstation 3
Categories:
tekken, computer-internet, life
Form: I do not know?