"dnd" poems
I am a nerd:
* DnD
* Harry Potter
* Lord of the Rings
* WoW
* Anime
* Reading
* Video Games
* Comic book heroes
* Science
* Math
* Hunger games
* Steampunk
* Disney!!!
* Futurama
* Star Wars
* Doctor Who
* Breaking Bad
* Archer
* 90's Cartoons
* Invader Zim
I am a Metal head \m/
* Nightwish
* Sabaton
* Ozzy Osbourne
* Iron Maiden
* Epica
* Van Canto
* Dealian
* Hammerfall
* DragonForce
I love my life:
* My love
* My family
* My Job as a preschool teacher
* having fun
This is who I am and I don't care if any one thinks of me!
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
I spent years of my life in a fantasy world.
Well. Lots of fantasy worlds.
My clothes were cooler
Voice smoother
Choices simpler.
You finish quests, unlock gods, Slay dragons
.
When my DnD group broke up I thought:
If I'm not the gnome bard or the elven ranger or the dwarven barbarian
Who am I?
The answer:
I'm the kid,
Who was doodling demons in the corners of classrooms.
Who didn't quite make it through the pacer test in one peice.
Who spoke up a little too loud about religion and not loud enough about being bullied.
Who didn't have party's to go to because he was to busy with his party of heroes.
Who will I be now?
I can write my charecter sheet however I want too.
Natural Twenty on my charisma
Critical hit my failures
Damage reduction on Haters.
In real life, I paint my face on blank canvas
I have one simple goal.
I want to levitate slightly off of the ground
While summoning an undead army and shooting fireballs from the sky.
I might not get there.
I'll be ****** though, if I don't roll for it.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
It seems that while I play in this vast peculiar world filled to the brim with adventures I have found my peace.In this mystical world you create yourself with no limitations. You the people who travel with me help create my peace and serenity. The greatness of this all is I have made my friends. Friends who like me want to go on an adventure that has no limits to who or what you can be. While we all live in very different worlds we have united. The power of DND has brought us together. I have found unique people to play my favorite game with me. In these worlds you have the power to create your destiny. Destiny will be found eventually...
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Ah DND, the wondrous world of fiction
While that may be nice for you
My favorite DND is do not disturb
That way when I don't get a response, it doesn't hurt as much
I haven't published in so long
I haven't texted in so long
I haven't been
I haven't done
Do not disturb
Mute everything
No one responds anyhow
Or reaches out
Well, of course when they need something
I was about to send you a song
And while I may not have self worth
I know you WONT be worth my time, or anyone else's
So I wrote this instead
And Alyssa if you're reading this
**** you.
You aren't reading this
You aren't doing anything you want to
Other than make me hate you
So it " hurts less "
What a mess
With no one to clean it up
Who in the hell is moving our game pieces
We need someone new
I need someone that isn't you.
P.S. This wasn't right
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
Don't fall in love with me.
I'm a devil in sheep's clothing dressed behind a brightly covered shirt and black jeans, bright eyes and a warm smile.
I will be cute. I will be sincere.
You could be standing in a busy crowd. Everyone. And I mean everyone is screaming in your ears. But. Just the thought of even seeing me will make you feel at home.
I have reeled you in.
Don't fall in love with me
I will get attached.
I will ask you what your doing about every hour.
I will ask you about your day.
I will Instagram you, tweet Snapchat, facebook and spam you.
I will worship the ground walk on make you feel special. Because that is what everyone is suppose to feel.
I don't know it, you don't know it. But you just fell into my trap.
Don't fall in with me.
I WILL GET ATTACHED.
You will text me and If it's not .0236 seconds fast enough. I will get mad.
When I see that you answer my question with and "I don't know" guess what, you got me ******* furious.
But no, I won't tell you. That would be too easy.
I will save it for a another day. Explode on you like a unstable grenade.
"Hey honey" DON'T HEY HONEY ME!
You didn't been see it coming.
Don't fall in love with me
I will get sad.
I will question if you love me. Every. single. Day.
I will ask you to compliment me, even if I don't believe you or I don't deserve it.
I will compare you.
I will wonder why you aren't doing these things that I saw this stranger do with his girlfriend.
I will question why you didn't have the manners to open the door for me that ONE time.
I nip and pick at you.
Don't fall in love with me
You will grow tired, dnd your tiredness will grow to anger.
You will wonder why I did the things I did.
You will yell at me.
Tell me that I torture you.
You will scream and you curse. "Why this why that, why?"
I will question the things I did.
I will go "why this why that, why?"
Don't fall in love with me
I will lay those traps for you.
A series of bombs that I left lying all around us as I tap my hooves around the foundation.
I will for you to light your match Tap tap tap.
Don't fall in love with me
You will light that match
Don't fall in love with me.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
Let me begin by saying that
this is not me asking you out.
This is me telling you,
and countless others on the internet,
that I think you're a really great person.
You are an incredibly kind person,
and honestly, I'm surprised that my asshole-ish
ways haven't scared you off by now.
Now see, the thing is that
when I first saw you
I asked my friend who you were and
she called you "Reddit Man"
to which I scoffed,
because it sounded like you were a off brand superhero.
On the next day I saw you again,
I did that stupid thing
where I slid up to where you were sitting
and the words
"So I hear you like Dungeons and Dragons."
fell clumsily out of my mouth and I
I turned red because that is not what I wanted to say.
It has been approximately forty-three days
since those stupid words clumsily fell out of my mouth
and we haven't talked about DnD since.
We have, however, talked about Reddit,
Jake Hill,
suicide,
alcoholism,
stalkerish 14-year-old girls,
crazy exes,
waluigi not being in smash,
and dogs vs cats,
among other things.
Its been about two months
and somehow,
even when I stole courage
from the burning sensation in my throat when I sip on liquid fire,
I still have not said a word to you about how I feel.
I wonder if maybe it was obvious,
in the way I talked to you,
about you.
or in the way I blushed when I so much as brushed up against you in line during lunch, or in the way I laughed at all your jokes, as if everything you say is humorous.
Let me reiterate the fact that
I am not writing this to ask you out.
But to instead let you in on how I feel about things other than my own death and the possibility of me flying to a foreign country and not coming back for a few years.
And, yeah, this is a bit childish,
writing an awkward sort of love letter,
in hopes of you never seeing it,
or if you do see it, I'll mostly likely be moved on to other things.
But in all honesty I probably won't even mention this to you, until I'm in college and I message you out of curiosity to how that open heart surgery went.
and now, that its been over a year,
I'm finally in college, and
I'd still like to ask
how that operation went,
and if when they opened up your chest
if your heart was as broken as you told me it was.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
and if you wanna sit here and argue about who's right
i can leave you to yourself to lash out and start a fight
have some nice dnd for once and a quiet night
sometimes it feels like all you want is to see me cry
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
Yo to keep it 100 -
If I could go back in time I wouldn't.
Let the records hold they place.
I'm done tryin to convince you both the things I been threw.
Before my jersey was in the rafters,
I was like Vince before he left the Raptors,
Bounding over boundaries like I had shox in my shoes.
You see I tried to impress the judges - I was shocked by the boo's,
My heart turned colder than Toronto cause all my exes were actors,
See I had to ditch diplomacy ; depend against my attackers,
I felt like a loan warrior and then suddenly - I grew,
My limbs stretched further than my imagination,
My torso was more so like a river basin,
but as my body grew in size , the guilt I carried did too,
Before I knew it - my shadow covered the ground like a sheet,
Amazed by the mass I had amassed - I was in disbelief I now stood more than 81 ft,
Now everything I never knew was within my reach,
But peep
The burdens that I bear be on some revenant.
I fed my guilt, it fed off me - I was JUST like Rick Moranis.
I'm Ja Morant or maybe more like Miles Morales..
I'm more and more embarrassed ..by the Aurora Borealus..... left by my shame.
I was forced to swallows my pride - **** be ****** up my larynx,
But I'm boarding up my barracks,
And I'm suggesting you to do the same,
I'm running gags like lil homie from home alone,
I been on DND ever since karma called my home,
Mfs want my jazz but not my blues - I'm more like Karl Malone,
I tried to blame the refs for my fugue state,
when it was me that here .. in the first place.
The victim was the culprit.
Over me it loomed -
dropped an anvil of anguish like they do in ****** tunes,
I'm hangin on by a thread not even lilo could stitch me,
Had to walk it like I talk it - fate tied the shoes on my tongue,
My skin singed by the sharp pain of the 1000 looks,
My skull crushed under the weight of 1000 books,
I had to eat my words, I couldn't stomach it,
My indigestion was incomprehensible,
My miscomprehension of of my tendons was indefensible,
The guilt of feelin like a ship with no direction.
That gut feelin to cut feelins cause **** get deep like a Cesarean Section..
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC