Poesía de Nempiente
Lunes, Noviembre 24, 2025 - 01:49
Geometry Dash
Through glowing grids the icon flies,A spark of light in shifting skies.Patterns twist, the pulses rise,Each beat a test of sharp replies.Spikes await with silent glare,Portals pull from here to there.Wave and ship in frantic dance,A rhythm locked in fierce advance.Failures echo, quick and bright,But every fall refines the sight.Momentum builds with every try,A soaring leap, a near-miss cry.Then sudden calm—the final dash,A perfect glide through neon flash.Geometry’s world, both fierce and fair,
Lunes, Noviembre 24, 2025 - 01:48
Friday Night Funkin’
Under neon lights the arrows fall,A heartbeat racing, catching all.Boyfriend stands with steady tone,Fighting rhythms on his own.Beat by beat the night ignites,Voices clash in flashing lights.Girlfriend watches from her throne,Cheering softly, not alone.Opponents rise with songs to throw,From gentle hums to heavy flow.Each note danced, each miss forgiven,Every track a test of rhythm.In this world of pulse and sound,Victory waits in beats unbound.Friday’s music, bold and strong—