TJ O’Hara

Trying to exercise my creativity to help me play D&D better

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TJ O’Hara

Trying to exercise my creativity to help me play D&D better

Writings

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Following

Athena

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

I knew her when she was a thought that escaped my head,

I knew her when she took to crafts of the paper and the thread,

I knew her when she took to war and the people’s “righteous” calls,

And when she would aid her heroes before their final falls,

I knew her when she grew a tree of olives the first time,

I knew her when she was praised in music and in rhyme,

I knew her when she took that girl, ...

Poetry

HeartBeat

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

In many ways, love is a competition. You may not believe me, but it’s true. Who does the most for the other? Who says the most “I love you”s and _really_ means it? Who remembers to change the empty toilet paper more often? Now some people think the best way to win is by doing the big point items: big dinners, tickets to plays, movies, concerts, or lavish gifts. And the truth is, those may get you ...

Eureka

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

Of all the gifts society has taken from the Greeks,

None convey relief and comfort like that honest shriek,

To be in doubt, or consternation, rifling in the plot,

When then, at last, an issue saved by solution you forgot,

The mind is burdened by its thoughts in our most trying times,

But feels the weight lift like loosed stone when thinking realigns,

And so it stands to reason when one almost star...

Poetry

Where Do We Go?

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

It’s a question often asked and leads people down different paths. Religion, literature, astrology, myth have all provided answers and yet none is any more powerful or accurate than another, as far as we know. Perhaps we find Elysian Fields in a place where the sun is always warm and the nights are always cool, the smell of lavender drifting to our noses. Or perhaps we become nothingness, dissolvi...

Hiding Place

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

A world of things I wish to say,

But know I’ll never speak

I keep them in my hiding place

For fear of seeming weak.

These thoughts that bubble in my head,

But I keep them bottled tight,

I think I’d rather end up dead,

Than let them see the light.

For every thought I’ve dared to breathe,

I’ll have withheld a score,

It’s not in my nature to deceive,

Only to avoid a coming war.

I recognize the mon...

Poetry

The Monster Of Death

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

It occurred to me this evening

As I was driving on my way

Watching the leaves of fall and

The macabre decorations sway

All the things we’ve come to fear

The things that make us hide our eyes

All the monsters that we shy from

Are the phantom death in disguise

There’s those that now return from death

The skeletons and ghosts and zombies too

And those by rites that conquered death

The mummie...

Poetry

Horror

Friends

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

You’ve been there for me

I’ll always be there for you

In good times and bad

Know you can always call me

That’s what friendship is about...

Poetry

The Last Time

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

She walked to the door,

I knew this would be the last time,

I wanted to take in every detail,

Burn every inch of her into my mind,

I never wanted to forget,

As she left and I stared,

As she moved on and I stayed behind,

The seconds stretched just for me,

Time had never passed so slowly...

Poetry

Guidance

TJ O’Hara

3 min read

October 13th, 2:48 am. At the top of the lighthouse, Lightkeeper Dom rests their foot on the bottom protective railing, leaning on their arms as they search through the mist. If anyone else was up at this ungodly hour on their boat, and could tolerate looking at the rotating light, they may see the intermittent silhouette of the lightkeeper looking out to the horizon. Looking for them.

When Dom t...

Mystery

Float

TJ O’Hara

1 min read

I close my eyes as I start to float,

In that space between the stars,

I’m just a speck, a tiny mote,

On track for Jupiter or Mars,

This seems a dream, but I know it’s real,

As I drift to some unseen port,

It’s strange, how at peace I feel,

As my suit drains life support.

I waft untethered through the black,

From my ship, my Earth, my home,

I know that there’s no going back,

But I do not feel alo...

Poetry