Tag: video games

NaPoWriMo Day 8

(Today’s poem is a surprise sequel to my magnum opus (ha!) “Dear Ms Pacman“)

I never gave you enough credit.
I poured my soul out on Reddit
I always thought it,
But I never said it:

Dear Ms Pacman, I love you.
And I’m sorry.

In the near perfect pie chart of our love
There was always a piece missing;
A missing slice, an open wound;
A hole that you could never fill,
So I became addicted to fruit and pills.
I began to chase ghosts
And run from the past
So I guess, overall, I was kind of an ass.

Dear Ms Pacman, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for ghosting you,
I treated you like you were a game,
You were supposed to be cherished
But instead I won you then threw you away,
Like something I could come back to i
If I had the time,
But now you’ve left and
There’s no changing your mind.

Dear Ms Pacman, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for treating love
Like something you can get a high score in.
You deserved so much more than me
But I wouldn’t set you free because
I was determined I could make you happy
And kept you beside me,
Tied in an emotional Gordian knot
Until you cut yourself free.
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Dear Ms Pacman,
I’m sorry.

@ Emilie C.Black, 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Darling,
Dear sweet darling,
I’ve been dreaming for decades
For the day I could say my
Deepest, darkest feelings for you.

But I’ve let this drag on for too long
With these feelings so strong
This could all go so wrong
But I’ve known all along
I love you.

Dearest and sweetest,
Spyro the Dragon
I open my heart and
I raise this flagon to you
Because you are my world;

This isn’t a lie,
I’m just really shy
But I feel the sparx fly
When you walk by,
Won’t you please be my guy?

You’re a gem,
You’re a catch,
In your claws,
You have snatched
And stolen my heart away.

When I’m lying in bed,
The only thought in my head
Is my cute quadruped
And the day that we’re wed;
I feel my cheeks burning red because

You’ve set my heart on fire,
You’re my every desire.
My love is for hire
But if you don’t require me,
I guess that’s okay.

You’re a hero,
A wanderer,
My brave purple warrior.
Before I start crying,
Please, just fly away.

© Emilie C. Black, Apr 2020

Dear Ms Pacman

This scares me. Not the poem or Ms Pacman, but the fact that I have a live recording of my work that I can share on the internet.

So, this was a poem I wrote for a special Geek-themed variety night I was part of last year. It’s one of the few poems I’ve memorised, and a bit of a staple in my sets. Does this mean I’m going to retire it any time soon? No, it’s comedy gold (I’m not up myself, I swear). I hope you enjoy!