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Carlo C Gomez May 2020
It's a small world
for some girls. They live

in shadow
of the Himalayas,
and other assorted mountainous
peaks. They daydream

of being followed
by the camera eye,
adored for the top heavy
weight they carry with
a grinning bounce. They want

to be a cruise ship,
stacked to the deck.
They want to be
fashioned with torpedoes,
a bombshell to
reckon with. And so they lie

on a table
to become a sculpture in plastic
for a renowned
architect. A mad scientist
in his own right,
experimenting with his creations
on fragile psyches, banking

on insecurities,
giving them a deflated hope
that what God didn't
bless them with,
his derangement will.

It's a mind game.

A mantra to "she who sends up gifts":
if you feel as good as you look,
all is well.

There's no harm in that, right?
Let's ask Pandora...
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Bard Dec 2019
Lost in never never land
Sand grains flow in hand
Bands flowin make a grand
Lose it in never never land

Cards in my hand never good
An ace high bluff and stand
Just to make it to dreamland
Let it roll see where the crown land

Chasin losses will never make a winner
But leavin the *** now is leavin dinner
Roll all in on eatin tonight ramen on the burner
Another gamble a little bit thinner

Every choice is a gamble for a future
Bet my soul become indenture
Lost in anothers venture
Never land better never go under
50/50 if college is just reckless spending or an investment
Tony Tweedy Oct 2019
If you want to see what becomes of optimists just look upon the faces of those people coming out of betting shops and casinos.

A pessimist will tell you that optimism is an addiction that will cost you as much as you are willing to wager and eventually the house will win.

You can only be as optimistic as you are lucky.
I bet you I am right....
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.
Prister Aug 2019
I've never seen such a handsome Devil, with a whip that looks like sickles. She makes my world look fickle, like she's ending the world of angels. So I go make many bets, which I win in the end. Yet every game needs to end to start another with it's end.
It was the last bet. This time, It was she who made it. She had said I would regret if I went to Heaven without her and in return I said "My dear, you would be the one who will regret going to Hell with me." To say the least she won and Got the Last Laugh.
My crush who refuses to brush and play along with me.
Kathleen Apr 2013
For the record, I suppose it should be stated I lost my soul in Vegas.
I would love to go back there and find it among those glittering lights and buffet tables of never-ending artful desserts.
It's funny that all I really remember are those pretty desserts and fried mashed potatoes.
I want those things back.

I'm like a raver with those lights.
I want to consume them.
I want to glow in my pores.
Not the cliched glow that wraps itself around the impregnated many,
but the glow that comes from sitting next to neon for too long.
That it could somehow stain you.
Rub off like fairy dust on skin.
That I could fly away due to its energy or wishful thinking.

Take me back to Vegas,
where they still hand that out for free by the boatload.
I need not gamble.
I need not glad-hand.
I would simply sit idly by the buzzing of pinks and blues and greens and reds.
And me and those cheap 1920's lights will have a moment,
a moment I can share with the cocktail waitress who asks me for the third time if I'm sure I don't need a little refresher drink.
TheWitheredSoul Jul 2019
I knew love was a,
Gamble.

      Every word she said was so,
Humble.

       I never thought my mind would, Tumble
or
     I never prospected the way,  
      in which  my heart would,
Rumble.

        Either way she dropped me on a,
        windy ocean like a,
Pebble.

        Now i am just another rough,

Rubble,
         Being rummaged to,

Disemble.
Love is not an easy gamble the more you fall for the wrong the more you lose
Jenna Mar 2019
Life may have dealt a bad hand
Don't forget you can make a stand
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