A Poem by Alexander Emberson

You can't always tune out.


With the flick of a switch I watch as

thousands and thousands of
pixels create for me
characters and levels where
wars are fought in robots and
women are modeled after Athena.
The colors! The wonders!
The figmented imaginations brought
before a backlit screen to dance to
binary as each keystroke
conducts a virtual symphony of
exploding appendages, brain
teasing puzzles, and tear jerking cut scenes!
I have it all! I’m like Bill Gates
without any money, The Mongols
with virtual lands, Julius Caesar with
friends that can’t kill me!
I’ve seen the world through Mini-Maps
and Treasure Maps blown up
on 720P TVs.
I’ve been saving princesses
since before I could read,
but the one thing I’ve never conquered
through digital displays is the real life before
me that tries my endurance harder than
gaming marathons or mid-night releases.
The life outside the perfect spectrum of
colors and attack combos,
the life I live when I cannot escape
the trials and tribulations of
living halfway between heaven and hell.

© 2012 Alexander Emberson

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HA! Bravo. Nailed this one.

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Alexander Emberson
Alexander Emberson

Saint Louis, MO

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