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PS2 Madness March 26, 2006

Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Poems.
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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.

Comments»

1. Bake-a-Cake Jake - March 30, 2006

This “poem” makes me cry. ;_;

2. Bake-a-Cake Jake - April 1, 2006

Man, this place is like a ski resort in the middle of summer.

DESERTED.

3. yash - April 11, 2006

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

4. alex - April 13, 2006
5. Bob Williams - April 13, 2006

clifton told me this peom was made in boredom. hope that answers your question.

6. Bake-a-Cake Jake - May 6, 2006

Wow, three new messages! This place is really jumping, eh Clifton? Haha…