"jungler" poems
If i die today, don't remember me as a friend or someone you knew, remember me as someone who never got into platinum, who was cursed by the solo queue, his team never knew what to do.
Top lane feeding as if trying to fix the world hunger, middle crying for blue, behind the creep score by thirty two.
Guys, it's only been ten minutes, why's our jungler away from keyboard and this attack damage carry, you mean vladimir? Yeah, they know what's meta, that's why they're building into titanic hydra.
No but really, i might die today, i got ligma in my left eye.
Well, just a dentist appointment but what's the ******* difference.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
If you must have a jungler,
Make sure that he is a punisher.
Gank your lane he must,
Have your back you trust.
Better know he is the game winner.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 3:47 AM UTC
stille under vandet
holder vejret
hovedet i stjernerne
kroppen; vægtløs, flydende
tanker som runde sten, stablet på strandene - en udstilling for enhver forbigående og for ingen overhovedet
vakkelvornt arrangement, naivt
en søgen efter alt, der bare minder om magi
stjernekastere og musik
busture og sovepose-samtaler på en græsplæne midt ude i mælkevejen
violiner og tændstikker og jungler
sanselige og sammenfoldelige mentale billeder
samlet som fund af et tingfinderbarns nysgerrige og nye hænder
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC