I spent years of my life in a fantasy world.

waters inhabited with murlocs
Forests with centuars and unicorns
I had badass armor
Spellbooks, Abilities, Charisma modifiers!

When you live in Dungeons and dragons you finish quests, unlock gods,
Slay Monsters

When my DnD group broke up

I didn't lose a group of friends.
I lost a party of adventurers

Their eulogies pronounced at the end of that final nat one
Will never be forgotten.

Portaits carved like improv comedy routines.
Characatures of our ideal selves
Bound, sealed, stuck on a book shelf
We deserved another sequel.

When the party healer crumpled her car against a Concrete wall at 70 miles an hour
It made sense nobody else knew how to cast raise dead.

In a world that is supposed to play out our ideal realities
it was no question her charecter lived eternal. the way she would have wanted.
The way we wanted so badly to be true.
Nobody felt right taking over her charecter.
And nobody wanted to **** her off.
So we wrote her story.
Every die she had tossed this whole adventure. Each murloc she ran from, each unicorn she rode, etched into a leather bound tome.
Placed Right on the same shelve we kept our pathfinder books.
Her headstone.
We never played after that.
But she did.
When we placed the novel next to the flowers her mother left.
We felt her cast healing song
one last time
And that night
We got a full rest

Beauty is beautiful
The thought of someone loving you.
Though times so thick
And other moments pass by so quick
There is always someone to love you.
She knows me,
She is my best friend and my lover
She often catches me in freefall herself.
I am in awe that she loves me
She is my countess.
My supreme leader.
My girlfriend
She loves star wars too,
And cod zombies are a hobby for her as well
I found my match,
She is the type of girl
Who could kick my *** too, if she wanted.
But somehow so tollerating.
Its so cool
To believe
to know
That she loves me

the daughter of Apollo
whistles back at birds
reminding them to stay close,
she knows that Icarus
was a dense
bloke so it goes, they circle
in the overexposed
sky and come back just
shy of the shine, and the cicadas
always know when it's time.
then she says, "come along,"
and they all know to go,
following the whistle
of the daughter of Apollo.

You saw my face but a couple times
before you grinned and spoke
You shook my hand
then stood real close

you didn't let each little task
break our conversation
you invited me to ask

you let me speak like revelation

there's no turning back
I shudder at the thought
of forgetting my new friend
when life is thick and black

Trying to sever the connection we once had ready to go
Why hold on and fight me when you already know
We once stood together in the mirror of life
Now shattered and separated cut with a knife
Our hearts are paper torn and burned to ash
We both knew this wouldn't last
I'm done trying to get you
I'm just asking for one final chance to let you know how much you ment to me
How much I love you

I don't know the world just seems to be spinning to fast
Losing touch as time lose sense of future present or past
A child stood before a mirror filled with aspiration
A highschooler laid in bed his head filled by frustration
As he watches years of studying steadily fall apart
Trying to piece it together with nowhere to stary
An adult now looking back through the passage of time
struggling to find the answer to "Were those dreams mine?"

When you paint your walls
with nonsense, and the sky outside
reflects your feelings, sensations
tiring, discovering floors and no ceilings.

And the faceless poor man
doesn't want your tips
but your hand, he wants to try
standing, because he's tired of kneeling.

When you insure the beggar's
confidence with a dime, hoping
he will ask you to stay awhile, then
you see he's not the freak, you are.

It is your mind that is on trial,
the beggarman dying, you slowly
take up his cup, and begin the eternal
begging for just one single smile.