Button Pash

by Glimglam

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 1027

Button Mash, having had his video games taken away for the twenty-sixth time by his mother, is encouraged to seek more insightful and productive outlets. Unfortunately for the rest of us, his mother suggested poetry...

Button Mash, having had his video games taken away for the twenty-sixth time by his mother, is encouraged to seek more insightful and productive outlets.

Unfortunately for the rest of us, his mother suggested poetry.

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-01 19:49:02 UTC

So Now I Have To Be "Stylish"?

Mom says I need to pick a pattern

and stick with it

But

how does she expect me to know

what is the right way

and the wrong way?

Mom says there is no wrong way

only wrong executions

But

how am I expected to learn

what is the wrong way

to execute things?

Mom says I shouldn't take that literally

or write all this down as we speak

But

wasn't writing all this down

supposed to be the point

in the first place?

The Most Prettiest

Mom said that I did the title wrong

but I don't really care

Since there's only one other thing

(besides games)

that I really care about

And you probably wouldn't know

unless you read my diary

What it actually is

Okay, “it” is actually a “she”

but I was trying to stylish there

See, I can at least try, mom

at least I can write

sort of

But anyway

I never got around to writing

What it actually is

She is the most prettiest

and I don't really care

that I did the title wrong

because it still gets my point across

I see her all the time

with her friends

But I never get to say anything

because I'm always...

...um

I'm always busy

Yeah, that's it

Tree

So

mom said

that if I keep

writing in a way

like this, then I can

make shapes that look

like stuff

Too easy

So Bored

There once was a colt from Hooftucket

Who found that he lost his bucket

He searched high and low

And holy crow was he slow

Until he gave up and said, "Buck it."

Ode to Boredom

Oh, to be bored

Stiff as a board

So very bored

More bored than a board

But one does kinda wonder

about being bored

and boredom

How bored can a pony be?

Is there a limit

or is there a higher purpose?

Well, if there were more moms in the world

then there would probably have to be

Because no pony would ever allow

such crippling boredom to persist

unless there were

some higher purpose to it all

It could be some conspiracy

to keep us locked in boredom

render us weak to conditioning;

just like in that one game I played...

Vidya

Vidya

Amazing, Joyful

Play, Trade, Love

Something I'd kill to have right now

Life

Only You

Only you, dear mother

of constant overwatch and attention

would bring

such damnation upon this house

such absence of joy

absence of life

Nothing is left to enjoy

All of them, gone

by your hoof

your voice

your authority

Oh, your oppression

Only you, dear mother

would deny me the right

the privilege

of enjoying life as we know it

where nothing else

could ever satisfy my boredom

Pixel Hunt

Always there

Ever elusive

Never the right ones

Blue, red, yellow?

Orange, green, purple?

Lost that one, anyway

Can't find what I need

Guides without pictures

Are no help at all

You know what?

forget it; "old school"

is overrated, anyway

Just A Game

Life

It's a game

Where the AI cheats

Your opponents cheat

And even your friends cheat

Life

It's only a game

Where ponies rage over loss

And gloat over wins

While you just try to play

Life

It's just a game

Where you are never the hero

And we are all but NPCs

In another's overworld

Joy Boy

Joyful and free, but no longer

Oh, how I long for your buttons

You were always so fun to play

But no longer, as you were taken

Oh, how I miss you now

You were always there for me

The Arcade

Coin in hoof

no other place to go

nor a chore to do

Walk inside

friends all around

none that I know

See the game

march up proudly to it

accept its challenge

Lose the game

not a problem at all

plenty of coins left

Win the game

greatest feeling ever

it asks, play again?

Lose the game

not a problem at all

we can't all be winners

Arcade closes

time to go home once more

nothing else to do

Arrive home

nothing else to do today

play chess with mother

Lose the game

it's a problem this time

you ask, play again?

Mom, Please Don't Read This

No, seriously

Please don't

I'm serious

Don't read this

Seriously

Mother

Why, oh why

when I look up your name

on the so-called web

all I see

is you

and me?

I Was Told To Write A Title Here

This is so boring

I don't even know what to write here

Nothing to write about

when there is nothing to think about

and nothing worth thinking about

Now she tells me to write down my feelings

For what, then?

I'm obviously quite mad at her

and think she's a stupidface--

And now she's mad at me, too

Oh well

What goes around comes around, mom

And

apparently

splitting

words

like

this

is supposed

to be

“stylish”

Okay, so don't do it too much, then

Well

How was I supposed to know that?

Poetry doesn't make any sense

This is so boring

Oh, Sweetie Belle

Oh, Sweetie Belle

You were

The most prettiest, in my eyes

But now

You are so much more

For a while

You were

More than meets the eye

And now

There is so much more

Maybe it is the eyes

Green and shimmering as they are

Or it could be the mane

Which is really like, by the way

But at the end of it all

I'm more than certain it's just you

Oh, Sweetie Belle

Always with your friends

And your sister, too

Always having so much fun

Bored as I am, Sweetie Belle

Watching you and your friends

Play your games, and

Always enjoying your lives

Maybe it's your personality

Bubbly and cheerful as it is

I really don't know what about

Makes me admire you so

But at the end of it all

I'm more than certain it's just you