Intro: Beta KidsThere was once a young boy in his room,Intro: Beta Kids by ~John-Egbert-413
In which many cakes did loom,
He lacked a name,
The writer to blame,
So it was decided he'd be called a smelly zoo.
No, that name isn't right,
Try again, guess it correctly, you might,
His name is now John,
You didn't get it wrong,
And now his face is of delight.
Upon his room and wall,
A great deal of posters are sprawl,
Mostly of Nicholas Cage,
That great movie sage,
Who's movies he always bawled.
Now he looks at his computer,
For which is used for hacking, not shooters,
A chum wants to talk,
Or maybe ironically squawk,
As their level of irony tops the booter.
Their conversation takes quite some time,
As this friend begins rapping in rhythm,
He's asked to stop,
But he continues his bop,
So John checks off on a dime.
Now we switch points of view,
Knowing one child to two,
She lacks a name,
This sounds the same,
So the one to guess it is you.
You suppose it's Flighty Broad,
Looking at her to see if she'll nod,
But you missed it again,
And she's e
Remem8eringDon't you remem8er me?Remem8ering by ~John-Egbert-413
I remem8er you.
Arches as hair and eyes of 8lue.
Yet you don't remem8er me.
You say you don't know, God why can't you see?
Why can't you remem8er me?
It hurts to talk to you, 8ecause you're not the one I knew, and you'll never 8e.
I cry in my sleep, 8ecause you'll never remem8er me.
When we met, you said I knew you.
You say we were meant to be.
But you're a stranger, someone I spoke to once.
Why do you remember me?
You seem pretty cool, perhaps we were once friends too.
But I just don't remember you.
You're a ghost, someone that used to 8e.
I felt red him, and always will, 8ut you'll never 8e he.
The Two LoversTogether, at last, in bubble of dream,The Two Lovers by ~John-Egbert-413
Though, this wonder is not what it'd seem.
They think they speak, happy and free,
Until they remember it's only memory.
The two star-crossed lovers try to forget this fact,
Pretending it's not true, a most convincing act.
One, truly a slumber, the other one dead,
Both regretting the way that their path lead.
Now he must leave, a regretful goodbye,
She tries to be strong, trying not to cry,
As now, it is time for him to depart,
Causing a break in each other's heart.
He wakes up, she's left all alone,
Both of their feelings, cracking like stone.
They are told, the other, they should not see.
What Am I?What Am I? by ~John-Egbert-413
What am I?
I'm a copy.
I used to be Alpha Dave,
But I'm not any more.
Just a sprite mixed with a crow.
Damn, I want to be him again.
I'm not Dave.
I'm just a copy,
A hand me down Dave.
I'm nothing now,
Just something that could have been.
I should be dead.
I should have died.
But I'm not.
I'm still alive.
Yet, me living means I give up my role.
I'm not Alpha Dave.
I'm not even Dave anymore.
What am I?
I'm a copy.
I used to be Jade.
But I'm not anymore.
I watched myself die on ground and floor.
Then I'm alive, I can breath again.
But I'm not Jade.
I'm just a copy.
A dead Jade that shouldn't