I like to play computer games

filled with blood and gore

mowing down my enemies

and beating the high score.

Its gaming that I aim to do

Its gaming I do best

I spend all day, I spend all night

with religious zest.

I’m not addicted, I’m not stuck

but just one more game.

I need to get some sleep this week

it is a crying shame.

I sit here staring fervently

punching my console

โ€˜tis 3 days gone since I did eat

my stomach is a hole.

My mother tells me of the past

when kids went out to play

but I’m in love with game console

and here I’m gonna stay.

It’s language I speak fluently

you would not want to hear

the verbiage that leaves my mouth

when I lose a game, oh dear!

Its gaming that I aim to do

the thing that I do best.

The last time that I left my room

I wont get off my chest.

I do have a vague memory

when I was three or four

Thatโ€™s when I got my game console,

last time I used my door.

I do fantastic socially

staring at my screen,

If I lose I do get mad

and swear some in-between.

An education I do get

a future I do see

’tis me and my computer games

and maybe some TV.

Dedicated to anonymous by Anthony of Poem Poem Poem

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Computer Addict.

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I’m busy doing nothing
I do it all day long
It’s tiring and its burdensome
I’m doing it all wrong.

I work at it with diligence
I take tremendous care
this idleness is tiring me
I have no time to spare.

I fend off work ferociously
there’s nothing I’d not dare
painstakingly and tediously
I sit here in my chair.

When sun goes down and day is gone
I sigh with great relief
I managed to do nothing
and stole time like a thief.

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There is no god they say,
no essence up above.
Just chemical reactions,
the way to define love.

There is no soul within you,
electronics in your brain.
When you die its over
you’ll just be dust again.

This is a favorite theory
from a master race.
76 cents of chemicals,
the worth on you they place.

It is a handy story,
they do explain it well.
You’re just a bunch of chemicals,
you’ll never burn in hell.

You’ll never go to heaven,
there is no just reward.
Dare disagree and fail the class,
we have the final word.

I have different view,
in god, in man, in love.
I do believe in miracles
and creations from above.

It’s not that I’m an expert,
but if there’s choices be?
I’d rather to be free to think
and speak of that I see.

I do not want to certify
what is the proper mold.
But people should be free to think
not think as they are told.

But what of truth and honesty
A chemical reaction?
Do believe as you believe,
but t’me its the soul in action.

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A killing field,
a deadly spree,
its where I slay
the enemy.

He fought so brave,
he tried so well,
but died in flame,
a burning hell.

The choice is ours,
we make it fast.
The will to live,
the urge to last

When it comes down
to you or me,
I do not spare,
as you did see.

Where are you now
now life is gone?
Did I do right?
Did I do wrong?

I did survive
but not in light,
it is your screams
I hear at night.

I close my eyes
and all I see,
is judgment day,
its judging me.

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I wait in vain for sleep to come.

But sleep it skipped me, I get none.

My mind is running one big race.

My body slumps, canโ€™t keep pace.

Sleep wont find me in the night.

Restless slumber nerves so tight.

So I just lie here counting sheep.

It grows so dull, it makes one weep.

One wall over sleep did score

Caught my neighbor, hear him snore.

That rumbling snore it seals my fate.

It shakes my walls and keeps me wake.

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Golden rays announce the sun.

Dawn she calls, the morn has come.

Diamond dew that fell at night,

fills the vale, it sparkles bright.

Between the hills a misty cover.

Embracing meadows like a lover.

These are the visions that appear

Whilst I think of you my dear.

My heart feels bright it wants to shine.

So share with me these thoughts of mine.

One request much more than life

My dearest darling be my wife.

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I do not hate my enemy,
He fights for all his children free.

‘Tis why we choose to go to war
my child is what I’m fighting for.

We both fight for our liberty
to see our children strong and free.

‘Tis really a strange twist of fate
that sees our love turned into hate.

It is lessen I must give,
I want my child, my child to live.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at I Do Not Hate My Enemy.

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Machines of war
the cogs of fate.
They’re made to kill
and teach of hate.

I worship death
your enemy.
I track you down
Don’t let you flee.

So run as can
and run real well
You’re in my sight
but you can’t tell.

This is the game
Its you or me.
’tis rather grim
the choices be.

These are the thoughts
that I do figure
with my finger
on the trigger.

Goodbye for now
your lucky clover.
Do rest in peace
for you its over!

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