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Raven Feels Jun 1
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is what life is supposed to feel like;-)


my slate so clean at best
that the last of the week made my retinas unshrink
on some quest

mad world out there I declare a leftover deal
push the past off the shields and embrace the real

with my jewels on ice
devils rolled on their dice

all through-and-through grateful
to the ultimate graceful

pardon me not
I am supposed me with a but

not giving luck a kick
just let flow on a brick

now in my wings I am highlighted galore
I love the painful me on the flying soar


                                                          ­                 -------ravenfeels
Jana Q Apr 1
Gods, you’re terrible with dice.
Playing, ignoring the price
it costs us all when you roll.
Don’t you know you’re gambling souls?
Your coin is hearts, not diamonds
to be split up for your funds.
You say you’ll share the winnings,
that in the end we’ll be kings.
But when we are merely pawns
forced to play your game in bonds,
our end sees us locked in stocks,
chained and sent to mine the blocks
for building the Capital
where you’ll sit to roll and hedge
your bets against any edge
we could ever hope to gain.
Gods, you’ve caused enough pain -
but we know your weighted die
still beats everything we try.
For NaPoWriMo. A word dump on my thoughts about how the finance industry is often like a game of dice, or a gamble of any kind at all. Feel free to critique!
Payton Feb 24
Tell me, what is it like,
to crooked-roll the dice, to
always get snake-eyes, to keep
slipping on  ice?

Tell me why he talks, tell
me why he walks, the
way he does, like he's barefoot
on the coals.
He's barefoot on the rocks.

All those dice sit in your cup.
"C'mon girl, just fill 'er up."

And tell me why he laughs
at all those broken hands,
          and broken hearts,
      and palms of sand,
and crooked dice,
that fell, through
cracks, and on the lines,
out of their hands, into your eyes.

You said, "Sometimes, I see better,
when the sand up here is wetter. That girl
tried to take the gritty pain away —I didn't let her."

"The sand I put there, in her eyes," he said, "reminded her
of all her lies, and I never did forget her."
This dream poem was written in 2016.
Honestly, I don't even remember the dream this was based on, but it has a neat rhythm!
God doesn't play dice
When once he said it
Einstein talked of chance
He doesn't cook rice either
He provides!
After farmers' hard work
In mud and water
Ways and means to know His Creation
So complex and complicated
It took thousands years of hard work
To understand it
In bits and bits
Before scientific revolution hit it
Now you say
Nature believes in simplicity
Energy = mass multiplied
square light velocity
Many factors at work in Nature
Initial conditions not known accurately
Your interference changes conditions
Making impossible to know exact position
You simplify things for yourself
Giving birth to chance
The unpredictability
Due to ignorance
God doesn't play dice!
A poem for scientific minds
Hammad Nov 2020
Life is not a dice
that you can roll
and blame it on fate.
don't you know
the outcome
is not a stroke of luck
or random at all
the moment its thrown
the forces of earth,
air and table
- take the reins,
dance together
and seal your Fate.
StormriderIX Apr 2020
A river of lies
Cast aside my past
Cast aside my fears
Roll the dice

Hide my own self
Drown all her dreams
Drown all her hopes
Shatter the ice

Become her again
When fires dance lively
When frost walks free
Remember their price
Growly Wolfus Oct 2019
A world of wonder and possibility
illuminated by the light of uncertainty.
The adrenaline rush of taking a chance
only to lose it all by the cards in your hands.
It's a dangerous game to play if you choose;
to roll the dice, to win or lose.

Place everything on the table.
The higher the stakes, the more exciting it gets.
Your mental health entirely unstable
until the others call their bets.

The roll of the die, the shuffle of cards capturing your attention.
Debt fluctuating by a single move; silence strangled by tension.
Fancy beverages surround everyone
enlightening the experience more every time you finish one.
A simple game based entirely on luck,
and when you are losing, you don't give a ****.

But it only takes a little for your luck to run fully dry
and for you to lose everything in a silly game.
With no money left for the chips you need to buy,
nothing will ever be the same.
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