No matter what your parents do,

video games are good for you.

They teach problem solving and not to cheat,

and not to break under pressure and heat.

In conclusion, video games help you in life,

whether your stuck in one place, or fighting through strife.

(This is the second time I used the life-strife rhyme)

I'm going to write this all in emoticons.

:)

:) :(

:) >:(

:0 >:0

X| >:)

This is a poem. Did you expect more?

Ha! I tricked you! You thought I was done. Well, this is the TRUE end.

Oh! Seems I've done it again! But seriously, this is the end.

I'm not kidding. This is the end. No joke. Seriously.

The end.

I'm sitting here at my iPad, and friends will not shut up.

They are on TCGplayer, and they are talking and talking about Magic the Gathering.

They speak with such diction as "scry 2" or "lifelink" or "Silumgar."

I know what it means, but when you hear them every other second,

you want to throw yourself to the jaws of Atarka.

Oh no, it's infecting me! I don't have much time before I am lost to MTG's

thrall. So, goodby sane world.

I am a reader.

But this reader has aspirations.

Aspirations to ascend to become a scribbler.

To be a scribbler would be stupendous.

But writing takes time, and ideas.

So I guess I'll have to wait.

Looks like my dream of scribbling

Will come true some other day.

Right now, in this very moment, I feel....

Happy? No, not really.

Sad? Naw, doesn't fit.

Excited? No, there's no reason to be.

Mad? You know, that just might work. Yeah, you know what? I'll be MAD!!!!

Or not.

Waiting for something to show you the way.

The years are getting shorter, can't find the time.

Depression.

You missed the starting gun.

Regret.

One day, closer to death.

Time ticking, clocks turning down.

As you run and run to catch up with the sun.

You run to catch up, but it's sinking.

The time is gone.

The dream in lost.

Eternal pain.

A wasted life.

(Props to JPtheeic.)

He spoke a single joke.

It’s witty sarcasm cut through the air,

and the good nature healed the wound.

A single chuckle,

and the room rang,

Laughter bouncing around the walls.

The torrential sounds died soon,

but as people left to go home, it sat

relentless in their heads.

A single joke.

Once spoke,

Forever remembered.

"Hello?" I called.

No answer, just running water.

Oh god.

I ran to the bathroom.

Water.

Spilled pills.

The end.