ah wtf why not

[Lord General:deathreapa11]

So much depends upon,

A dark beach

Moonlight reflecting on the sand,

Dancing over the receding tide

wrote this a while ago
I’m from the house,
I’ve spent my childhood in.
From the bike,
I rode upon the street.
I’m from the PC games,
In which I’ve achieved major p@wnage in.

I’m from the kid with a few old nicknames.
Who’s been dubbed E- man by family,
Despite groaned protests.
Known only as E,
By the Boston uncle,
With a Boston accent
In a Boston town.

I’m from the utterly confused family,
A Christian Mother,
A Jewish Father.
The boy of many origins,
Of Russia,
Of Ireland,
Of Scotland,
Of Britain,
Of Poland,
Of French (unfortunately).

I’m from the family,
Who’s modern catchphrase,
Is that in the end all you got is someone’s trust.

I’m from my uncle,
Who served in the Korean wars,
Who is a huge history buff,
Who is technologically challenged,
But can kick butt at any video game that he can remember the controls for,
Who collects ancient artifacts,
Who naps half the day away.

I’m from the 6-year old cousin,
Who looks to me as a role model,
Who prefers me over anyone,
Who thinks that I’m the coolest thing than the winters breeze,
Who kicked my can at halo 2 the first time around.

I’m from the boy who’s love for gaming,
Knows no bounds.
The boy who beat Gears of War on insane,
The five hundred, sixty eight time.
Who got 90 kills in a single round of Halo 2 in a 5 minute match.
The boy who got 103 in 10 minutes of call of duty 3.
The boy who is bashing his head against the wall,
To beat the previously mentioned game’s single player
On veteran.

I’m from the by who loves rock,
Be it Franz Ferdinand,
Be it Billy Talent,
Be it Incubus,
Be it (to some extent) Fall out boy,
Be it Arctic monkeys,
Or be it Led Zeppelin

I’m from the boy
Who can play
Something
That slightly
Sort of
Kind of
Mildly
Sounds like iron man
On the electric guitar.
Call me the shredder.

I’m from the boy,
Who as a child,
Remembered 6 essential smells,
Tastes,
And sounds
Smells of Cookie dough, and smells of the farm.
Tastes of mint choco chip ice-cream,
Tastes of Sal’s Pizzeria Pizza.
Sounds of laughing at some dumb fart joke,
And sounds of the first video game that I played:
GAME OVER

I’m from the boy,
Who if given the option to do it all over again,
Wouldn’t change a thing.
…
Ok maybe a few…
Ok maybe around 10...
Maybe I should put down the pen now…

[Commissar:Zombiedragon201]

That was very interestnig. A poetic Bio.

[Servitor:Trooper_xp]

Man poems and me are mortal enemies, i never made a real poem in my life, i remember i had an esignment poem that i handed in and got this comment from the teacher "This is good rap, gues it counts as a poem, b+" I appluad you for your poem, hope i had such a diversed life, but i liked my childhood just fine

You have a 360? If you do the best game for it is, you sould play it its awsomne, its viva pinata (no just kidding actual the best game for 360 is mass effect)

man too bad my live expired otherwise I could witness your 1337 5|<3315 (leet skils) for myself