The All Nighter

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An oomf comes from the couch

As the young female sits in the darkness of the living room

She picks up the controller and a button is pressed

The beep echoes throughout

As the brightness of the screen illuminates the room


A clack-clack from a machine gun

The controller's buttons are pressed frantically

Tick- clack, Tick-Tick, Tack!

The ring from a grenade is pulled. Click!

An overhead throw, an explosion is heard

BOOM! CRASH! WHOOSH!

She lets out a sound of satisfaction


The gamer loses track of her time.

As the sun steadily rises,

Tweet! Tweet! ,"Good morning!" the birds say

Yet, she pays no attention,

As her eyes are glued to the screen.

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Yeah I know this might not be much of an update, but this is a poem i wrote based off of myself. People I know, yeah I know what you guys are thinking "But Erin's not a poet!" Shush.. My name is Irish for poet soooooooo yeah. I really did this for lessons that i was taking XD. I just thought I might share it with you guys ^-^ 

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