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I want my killboard to tell a story
of the things that I can and have done.
A story of adventure,
A journey past a thousand suns.

I want my story to tell people,
of the places I have gone.
The planets I have stared down upon,
The dreams that I have known.

I want the places where I have been,
to map my story out.
I want them to scream and shout,
about all the things I've been going on about.

I want my places to create a history,
I can write about.
One where all the learning,
Is worth what it took to gain.

I want my twisted, winding path to
let everyone know what I once did.
I want to laugh instead of sigh,
I want the story to be mine.

I want my killboard to be a journal of
the things I've done.
I want a record that I can hold close,
to hold why I went and took that fight.

I want all of this to be a part of my daily game,
One that I can blame,
all the good days on.
Flying from dusk till dawn.

What my killboard is to me is memories of each day,
Days where I have played,
The people who made my day.
The reasons that I played.

(Inspired by Bren Genzan)

Comments

  1. oh... nice! Time for your duet with Sindel Pellion? :)

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  2. Nicely done. I've enjoyed reading your blog, but this especially was great. :)

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