I smear the walls of my cave with boiled green bananas,
Strut out on one foot, donkey-kick with the other –
Outside’s a big game show,
Nobody is hurt unless they want to be that
The following game was created for the 2017 200 Word RPG Challenge.
Empires are built through WAR and FAITH.
Needed for Play:
A “Deity” Character
2+ “Monarch” Chara
World wheeling and frantic minds reeling
Stumbling, bumbling, back into feeling,
Candle lit room, now all burnt out
Flames flicker with Icarus’ doubt
Nothing makes sense.
Just keep on running.
Maybe if I keep ahead…
Maybe if I can outpace it…
I can feel it creeping ever closer.
I feel out of breath,
April is the cruellest month. These five words open T. S. Eliot’s seminal long poem, “The Waste Land.” And five words was all it took to upend centuries of poetic convention. Sudde
If I read another love poem …
I will join a dagger to my face,
and carve out my eyes.
Shakespeare writes of lascivious grace–
Sounds more like rape implied.