"tourneys" poems
but no friends and no invitations
from weaker, lesser duelists
three thousand on a mtg deck
like the true king of dueling
i watch the nerdom go down
you lost to somebody
who spent twenty dollars on his deck
and i laugh anyways like it means a thing
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
I
The Princess sings:
I am the princess up in the tower
And I dream the whole day thro’
Of a knight who shall come with a silver spear
And a waving plume of blue.
I am the princess up in the tower,
And I dream my dreams by day,
But sometimes I wake, and my eyes are wet,
When the dusk is deep and gray.
For the peasant lovers go by beneath,
I hear them laugh and kiss,
And I forget my day-dream knight,
And long for a love like this.
II
The Minstrel sings:
I lie beside the princess’ tower,
So close she cannot see my face,
And watch her dreaming all day long,
And bending with a lily’s grace.
Her cheeks are paler than the moon
That sails along a sunny sky,
And yet her silent mouth is red
Where tender words and kisses lie.
I am a minstrel with a harp,
For love of her my songs are sweet,
And yet I dare not lift the voice
That lies so far beneath her feet.
III
The Knight sings:
O princess cease your dreams awhile
And look adown your tower’s gray side—
The princess gazes far away,
Nor hears nor heeds the words I cried.
Perchance my heart was overbold,
God made her dreams too pure to break,
She sees the angels in the air
Fly to and fro for Mary’s sake.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,
—But oh her hair the sun sifts thro’—
The tilts and tourneys wait my spear,
I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
3k
My life's too dreary
Why did I boast?
Now I'm paying the cost
Oh! I'm so weary
Been on too many journeys
Carrying heavy loads
On life's numerous roads
Too weak to survive life's tourneys
They told me home is best
There I can find the cure
Then maybe,I'll become pure
When the beast in me finds rest
That's why I'm here on my knee
With tears in my eye
Sorry 'bout you and I
I'm still just trying to find me.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
the crackly sound of his voice through my overheating phone is immensely comforting after a week of eye bags and fake extroversion
eating with him on the phone makes my sour strawberries so much sweeter and the pineapple less biting
i love yous traded between bites of subpar greasy pizza and above average vegetable soup
even 313 miles away his voice still wraps around me like a well-loved blanket
keeping me warm and comforted and safe
and sitting alone in a dining hall with dozens of people surrounding me i feel comforted knowing
that he was sitting alone in his room with the tv blasting the smash tourneys he loves so much
and yeah, maybe i talk about him too much
and yeah
maybe he’s all i really write about
but when you find something that makes you feel like you caught a rainbow in your hands
it’s a little difficult to not shout it from your 9th floor dorm room at 10pm on a friday
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC