Know how to play
A game my mind made?
The rules are unwritten
Those which you are smitten
Rules that I bend
Rules that won't mend
Your ramblings I sigh
For the rules, am I
Spider oh Spider
You've climbed no more higher
Your poems are flatter
For naught rhymes with shatter
You blame me for timing
Yet fail to keep rhyming
For poetry needs
Consistent things
For such things you fail
And brings you to no avail.
My friend is my foe
For my love swiftly grows
Senpai for you, my chest fills with flutters
I can't stand the thought of you with another
Love me forever
Our lives come together
Passion for you
It's all I can do
Love me, I beg
Thoughts of you fill my head
Without you with me, I'd better off dead
Nah, you definitely won. It probably won't. I literally couldn't care about anything they could get me. At best it will be a minor entertainment that will make life more difficult as I have to find somewhere to stuff off the miscellaneous junk that they get to make Christmas look like a big thing. Add that onto my belief that telling my little sister that Santa did brought the gifts is an at best dishonest and at worst an abusive action, and you'll understand why I am just waiting for them to get me upset enough that I'll have an excuse to leave.
That was confusing. But i get it.
I mean, kids need something to believe in. As you get older Christmas isn't really about what you get. For me, it's seeing other people happy. If you don't like being around them, try and see if you can help in someway. If you can try and meet them on their end. They won't meet you in the middle, trust me. I do understand. And i wish I could help.
someone's in trooooooouble
@rydler ...What? What about dance puppets?
But which of shall win?
But fear, for this isn't my best
This is no contest
You strive, keep yearning
Your days wane; I shall begin
Your strings I pull
Encapsulating others
Entertainment is my price
Well Brad Pittiful.
You say that you control the game.
Yet you barely even know my name
For they are truly my own.
I shall win this fight;
For my own roots are unknown.
You barely know how to play.
A game my mind made?
The rules are unwritten
Those which you are smitten
Rules that I bend
Rules that won't mend
Your ramblings I sigh
For the rules, am I
So answer me this. What is my name
I master you, my puppet my peer
For you know naught of I, 'tis clear.
You play without a rhythm.
The threads are a lie,
Created by my own hands
You are a child, dear rydler.
Rhyming in Twos
Double A then Two B
Two more rhyme in C
Learn rhythm and timing
Before insulting my rhyming.
Your As commonly shatter
Ruining all depth
The master cannot be blamed
For the fault of the puppet
You've climbed no more higher
Your poems are flatter
For naught rhymes with shatter
You blame me for timing
Yet fail to keep rhyming
For poetry needs
Consistent things
For such things you fail
And brings you to no avail.
For else you I must batter
Which rhymes with shatter
Bad at this.
But fun.
@lady_deadpool would you kindly judge this... Battle of wits and words
Let our rhymes commence again!
I will surely win.
For my love swiftly grows
Senpai for you, my chest fills with flutters
I can't stand the thought of you with another
Love me forever
Our lives come together
Passion for you
It's all I can do
Love me, I beg
Thoughts of you fill my head
Without you with me, I'd better off dead
I'm trying to be tolerant of my dad's bullshitery and general assholeness so that I don't "ruin" their Christmas.
Hope it goes well dude! You'll do fine
I mean, kids need something to believe in. As you get older Christmas isn't really about what you get. For me, it's seeing other people happy. If you don't like being around them, try and see if you can help in someway. If you can try and meet them on their end. They won't meet you in the middle, trust me. I do understand. And i wish I could help.