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You were making the weather, I think
when you found me alone, all tethered in sinuous seaweeds
You had brought the sky inside with you.
What else could you do?
Damascus steel, your snarl
Hard, beautiful, sharp, distinct. An art.
You let the rain have your heart, for a moment, didn't you?
What else could you do?
Your footsteps are music that I can't quite hear
But your face is a season of songs--lyrics screamed at God.
Tear me from my torpor, please, no matter the violence.
What else could you do?
Distance means more than one thing, I suppose; and separation
Of land. Of daring. Of intent and of want.
List holy places and honey their names...
Eden, Asgard, Avalon,
Camelot, Elysium (Aluminum! Linoleum!)
I'd settle for Akron if you'd meet me there,
or Butte, even.
Your eyes buzz and hum or retreat and freeze over
and I? I follow their lead when I see them.
I can do nothing other.
Whenever I wander, I think of your shape
or the shape of your thinking.
I can do nothing other.
This, then, is a prayer now.
I pray with your name, which I'm always whispering.
I can do nothing other.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
I must be a natural one
the way that I keep missing you
each time I roll over in bed
Just to check
And see if you’re still there
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 9:24 AM UTC
"For your body, I shall give
Beauty and body anew respired .
It shall shine from all your soul and heart
Take the shape that others desire.
All I ask in return,
A simple thing in all duress
You wear this body, fashioned for you
Fashioned of gore and my shadow glass."
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 10:52 AM UTC
Oh Gygax,
If you could see what you've made,
What it's become,
To those you've touched,
With simple dice, paper, and pen,
You'd see a community you've helped,
A people inspired,
Of joys you bring everyday.
You introduce to some a world of creativeness,
Of fantasy and dragon slaying,
To others you've helped provide a creative outlet,
Something they thought they'd never have again.
You've helped people make friends,
Some lifelong,
Connecting them in various ways,
But through it all,
It will have all started,
With a 20 sided dice,
And a simple question;
"Would you like to play?"
You've helped some through some rather dark and rough patches,
A form of escapism that can't compare,
To others you've provided a fun weekly activity,
To decompress from the toils of the day-to-day.
From the starry eyes of our most youthful,
To the slightly hazy eyes of old,
Entertainment you've brought to us,
From your average joes,
To famous folk,
The touch of your creation enraptures all that it beholds.
My friends and I gather again,
On this Friday night,
To fight zombie hoards, Kobold warlords,
Even a Black pudding or two,
And for a little while,
In those fleeting instants,
They're great hero's of Valara and Altour.
So thank you Gygax,
for all you've done,
as we sit down at this table,
from the noble adventuring group known as the Assless Chaps,
(Exasperated Sigh)
And their beleaguered Dungeon Master.
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 5:03 PM UTC
Shout out to the fact
that I wrote my D&D character
to be everything
I've ever wanted
I've ever hoped for
I've ever imagined
for myself
Now I'm quite literally
living vicariously through her
and finding myself wishing
for what she has
rather mourning what I don't
It's probably not healthy
how invested in her I am
how obsessed
how utterly disappointed I am
that I'm not really her
I want to be her
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC
Taking a chance to roll the die,
Hoping to land a critical strike,
On your heart,
I’ll be by your side,
Singing you songs about the feelings I can’t hide,
I’ll be your bard,
In disguise,
My turns next,
And I can’t wait,
To see if the die brings us any closer to our first date,
You’re as wonderful as they come,
No DM can deny it,
The way you light up the room,
With your dancing lights,
That you cast from behind your eyelids,
Let’s get a pint,
And start to unwind,
As I tell you the tales,
Of how you stole this heart o’ mine.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
The moment it all goes off the rails,
I remind myself:
the rails don’t exist.
And once I actually believe it,
the rails disappear.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:45 AM UTC
The gleam in their eyes
-don’t miss it! It’s gone before you know it-
when they realize that the whole time
they were staring right at the solution
and the joy that comes
from knowing the answer
makes me want to refute them,
so I can amaze them again.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
Sometimes it’s stressful
when I’m unprepared
and nervous, because
I fear they might think
I’m not doing my job.
But when I feel good
having put in work
and seeing it all
pay off, I feel
amazed at
the fear
that no
longer
taunts
me
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
D&D books and pirate smiles
Our middle school crush has gone a thousand miles
Behind the band room kisses before class
Only your Stitch impressions could make me laugh
Late night phone calls and good morning texts
I love you like I’ve never loved the rest
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
The world is being torn apart
Coming apart at the seams
Fabric of realities wearing thin
Cross through the shadows
Some of them fell
Away into it's madness
A lovely work of art
Nothing is as its seems
Nobody knows who shall win
Tell us, somebody knows
What can save us from this living hell
Bring light into the consuming darkness
Gather together, face the fear
We are all here
Stand together, battle side by side
There's no place to hide
If we do nothing
So stand, do something
For those who need you
Do what you know you have to do
Take to a tavern
Venture inside
Chat with the guard
Talk about the cavern
Spotted, nowhere to hide
Have a seat, discuss business
Calm thy selves, what a mess!
Take the job, take the precious cargo
This kid mocking me, think I'm gonna blow
Come on, we've got a job to do
Yeah, that includes you!
Go save your world,
While we save ours.
- Jay M
May 6th, 2020
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
I have lost many and gained nothing in my kingdom of ice and hate. Succession to the throne would merely seal my fate.
You can't love, you can't dare show weakness or they will descend upon you like flies to the dead.
There are those who once bowed in reverence that would gladly take your head.
I sit and play this game, a game of blood and war.
There are days I start to forget what it all has been for.
We serve them pawns of flesh and they sing songs of sorrow.
Mourning the dead can wait till tomorrow.
I count the days until I may see your face again.
I wonder yet, if you will forgive me, my greatest sin.
Will you hold me once more in your warm embrace?
Will you smile at me despite the pain you face?
If I could rip out this heart,
show you it beats only for you.
Would you tear it apart?
Or could we start anew?
Until I sit upon the throne, I can never truly atone.
You will never be free from winter's grip.
I cannot afford to slip.
To become what I despise,
I must play into their game of lies.
Become the King they want of me.
So I can drown them in their treachery.
When that day comes, my love, I can finally set you free.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
*** ligger på marken
Hendes hud er helt bleg og hendes krop er kold.
*** har lagt der siden dét skete!
Marken er dækket af røde valmuer, kontrasten mellem hendes blege hud og de grønne græsstrå der giver fylde til marken, får det hele til at virke så uvirkeligt!
Brutalt, hendes øjne er stadig åbne, *** kigger til siden, for selvom *** er kold, er der stadig ting *** ikke vil se i øjnene.
Blodet er stivnet, hendes blod er koaguleret, ligsom hendes liv.
Alt lever videre selvom *** er blevet plantet der ved en fejl, fuglene synger og insekterne spjætter, kun et spørgmål om tid før de bosætter sig på hendes korpus, og *** bliver en del af valmuemarken..
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC