PS2 Madness March 26, 2006
Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Poems.trackback
My mind rushing as my
Fingers pressed desperately
Pressing against triangles and squares,
Thumbs going through
Unbearable pain and suffering.
But it's all worth it at the end.
I can't stop.
I won't stop.
I must find success
I just have to keep trying
To meet my goal
On the tips of my fingers,
Just waiting to be grasped
By the one who deserves it most:
Me.
Blankly staring
At the 50 inch screen,
My mind focused
Only on the
Death and destruction
Of my foes.
This “poem” makes me cry. ;_;
Man, this place is like a ski resort in the middle of summer.
DESERTED.
hmm
i feel like criticizing this
so
ill say that it’s kind of pointless
and i don’t understand it’s revelance to anything
try making this poem
more interesting
and make like a problem or something
http://www.championlacrosse.com/
clifton told me this peom was made in boredom. hope that answers your question.
Wow, three new messages! This place is really jumping, eh Clifton? Haha…