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People need to stop treating

their own lives like pennies

Tossing pieces

of themselves into

wells and fountains

for wishes.

Because at the end of

the day, someone else

will harvest the

sunken change

and make eternal wishes

becoming the luckiest

one of all.
trf Sep 11
we danced in the streets as the days were long
only recess and reckoning while water crept in
this city of dead, our place, where the stench lives
and bodies float, lying above the crypt's graves  

hurricane red absinthe & hand grenades
slugging the gulf like a shooter's brigade
a forecast shifts, flooding any escape
so we fire our motors with boats on em.
nola luvs u
OC Sep 9
You say

“How lucky are we to be in love”

And I say

In toil, and sweat, and dedication
In devotion, humility and sacrifice
In the will to grow and change together

There is no luck

To call it luck is to believe in
An unseen guiding hand
Sketching fates out of a whim

To call it luck is to say
That the universe funneled us together
Carried like leaves on its
Roaring cascading surge

It is like shuffling all cards
Back to suites laid in ascending order
And drawing from the top the queen of hearts

And how can that be as magical

As wonderful

As two people, that choose to
Unravel their old selves
Then embrace, and meld together

To fashion a new whole
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2
A lily given and adorns my hair;
my lucky charm.
Short and sweet! ^-^
Lyn xxx
[Go to Hell]

As per the wish
We followed the request
There, we were

Where we belong
Genre: Inspirattional
Theme: Blessed Seeds
my eyes
like bullet holes
in the side of
car windows
waking up
in someone else’s life
in someone else’s bed
and I dream of escape
but they’ve taken my legs
and restricted my jurisdiction
to four tiny light blue walls
that drive me mad and
imprisoned me
inside a prison
inside a prison
inside infinite prisons
like a Martyoshka doll
with an open door policy for
violence but limiting my
freedom of expression to
cover up these walls with
anything that interests me
but I guess that’s the way
the world works, anything
interesting is prohibited and
beating you senseless is
encourage so may never
know who you are or what
you’re doing or what you’ll
become but if there’s
a little blue sun that shines
on the luck of chance and
it comes to you naturally,
know it, take it and run with it
like you’re being chased by
cannibalize headhunters
because you never know
when it’ll come back, if ever,
and sitting here now
thinking of Havana
realizing that I’m still here
in this reoccurring nightmare
of unnecessary difficulty
I’d appreciate a simple pleasure
like pissing on a mosquito
that’s resting in the urinal
pk tunuri Aug 19
When Successful people, On stage
Tell that their secret of success is "Luck!"

Then unsuccessful people, Backstage
Yell at their own fate, "Fuck!"
Sometimes you just have to go for baroque in this acapella life.
Arcassin B Aug 13
By Arcassin Burnham

No more loop holes,

Tell them what you meant,
You only live once , there's so much time
to repent,
Lucky with no friends,
But if you did,
They will put a price on your kindness for
hate people to devour,
In final hours the fire gets louder bursting
the mind of a youngin' whos probably
proud of something beautiful that he
made in the garden ,but wheres the eden?
Finding that out is impossible , quite
an achievement,

Bright minds nowadays,

They only find solace,
Don't find the disposition of an emotional
In your mind you built a palace,
They can't break you down and if they did
they'll never take your dignity and pride,
you're a God,
But as broken as shards while moving the
stars in a negative o-zone that is this
earth, if you find any kind of harmony and
peace in your heart , I hope you find it
soon cause the world is doomed, Don't
break yourself apart young one.

Krys Aug 9
Luck. Luck treads the line between disaster and survival.
A ball loses momentum on a spinning wheel.
It falls into a pocket.
With one sweep, you’re merely a fool.

Surely, the glory can be regained?
Borrow from those you know. Make a new bet.
Borrow from strangers. Make a new bet.
Make deals with the predators.
Point of no return. You thought they wouldn’t hunt you down?
With one sweep, you’re merely a fool.

We’re all fools here.
This is our lesson of repentance.
We romanced misfortune and she loved us enough to grant us omens of disaster.
With no meaning left in our lives, we are shadows. Shadows that want to survive.

Take the gun.  Raise the barrel to the side of your head.
Maybe fortune will pity you.

They say the greatest luck is dying at the right time.
Is this the right hour? Minute? Second?
A ball loses momentum on a spinning wheel.
It falls into a pocket.

Pull the trigger, fool.
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