Composed poems from boredom.
This is my first blog, Nuu and the first normal verses.
First verse:
I play
1.I play games,
Every day I go to virtual worlds.
About this I am rhythmic rhyme right now,
I will write all this while I have the strength.
Games help me get distracted from this world,
Yes, while on the street the breeze.
I was a soldier in war.
I fought in Chechnya.
Drove through the streets of Moscow,
I sent other worlds on the attack.
I killed Zombakov,
I killed all the impudent shit.
I created families in the same game,
I hid from enemies on a high wall.
I traded all kinds of junk,
Once even fought a shoe.
I tried to break the walls of Stalingrad,
I tried to undermine the Wehrmacht tank.
I know that this is all just not real,
But I have nothing more to do, but the games are notable.
2.Once I bought PS3
And with her the game Battlefield3.
To be honest I played it for a very long time,
On the prefix I did not seem cool to play it.
Another one day I bought fighting Texthen 6,
I wanted to sit on her for a long time.
But the Internet was not on the prefix I have,
I could not connect.
Friends rarely came to me,
By the way, I even imagined that there is always someone with me.
In short, I felt bored in it alone to play,
And I’m tired of getting from NPS.
This prefix did not really inspire me,
I looked on the Internet that Xbox is power.
I asked my mother to sell ps3,
Buy XBOX, but put up another thousands of three.
3.I know that playing, I spend my empty life,
But my life is already empty, I think so.
But in the online games I communicate, playing with other people,
In one game, I was even married three times.
In one game, I build houses with my friends,
In the same game, friends saved me more than once.
One friend, she is from Ukraine,
I called to the game where the characters fight, break their backs.
In one game was a friend older than me,
As soon as he found out that I was 13 years old,
Said, delete this game,
Do not waste all your time and strength on games.
But the game would still have to be deleted,
The game is paid, it was impossible to spend money on it.
In general, I found classes to my liking,
Rhyme lines and high in your beloved soul ..
The second verse:
School, not my dream.
1.I understand that I need to learn,
There is nothing wrong with school.
No matter how, your school is good and good,
And ours (with my class) complete bullshit.
I get up at 7 a.m,
Well, like everyone else, I’m tormented.
I brush my teeth, collect my briefcase,
He knocked with a suck, which means that the ship crashed against some crap.
Oh, there, on the wall there is my shadow,
I put on my pants, shout -: “Mom! Where is my belt?!”
Left the house, went to the stop,
Suddenly noticed that I had already come.
You are not angry, I slept on the move,
As always because of the school, I got up with my favorite bed.
2.So, in short, I came to school,
I didn’t go away from resentment almost crazy.
Due to bad weather, the younger classes have gone,
Lucky for them, these are the infections.
And high school students, teachers, as if there was not enough mind,
Let go, and free from the lessons for some other three days.
Eh, changed clothes, it’s time to climb the class,
Ay, how hurts because of a lack of sleep my eye.
In mathematics, glory to God did not ask me,
ATO, I only know how much two two.
In the lesson for the fact that I wanted to open the penalty,
Hit the ruler, I did not shout a little obscene!
What is bad, I just wanted to take a spare pen,
But she doesn’t even listen, she just doesn’t give a shit.
3.So on the nose is the last lesson,
Oh, I accidentally made paper a piece.
As luck would have it, we were told that another cool hour,
They said that for the theater 100 rubles is necessary with us.
By the way, at one change, between the lessons,
Two classmates, the teacher called it like suckers.
Suddenly, they said the class hour ended,
Finally I was tormented by a tuta,
I changed clothes, I left school,
A friend said something, but because of someone’s cries, he did not hear him.
In short, I returned home
And began to read the comic book humor.
I don’t know what else to tell you,
Nuuuu, I can’t understand school.
Well, I don’t know I liked it or it was https://casiplay-casino.co.uk/ a mistake, but judge strictly (^w^)
The best comments
He raised his mood, thanks.
It is a pity that I can compose maximum from boredom:
What a blue sky
For blue, it is always like that.
Delivered. Poems OK in principle. About school, if everything is written there, then you have a shitty school.
Well, for the effort of course +, but the first verse is not very high quality. Well, as it were, it doesn’t deliver, so, if it is honest ..
And the second approx. Well, I liked it, although there are roughnesses, but you can close your eyes)
And what the hell is the first verse written in caps.