She got dealt a bad hand in life.
But she didn’t fold.
She kept playing.
She didn’t walk away from the table,
And leave the casino like she should have.
She keeps playing the hand life dealt her.
And she’s slowly going into debt.
Deeper in the game until one day she won’t be able to play anymore.
She’ll be out of money.
Out of cards.
I just pray it doesn’t come to that.
I want her to fold.
Leave the table.
Leave that lifestyle behind her.
Count her losses and move on with her life.
There’s more to life than that hand that life dealt her.
I just wish she could sober up long enough to see it.
I just wish she could see that there’s so much more to life than the hand that she was dealt.
in a masked world,
I smile with my eyes
and hope I don't come off unfriendly.
I laugh with my shoulders and
and play poker with God,
betting my life
as He ups the ante.
I hand him my bet
with chapped hands,
smelling like chemicals,
and risk my life
... If my relationship was a game of cards...
Five cards hit the table
Right there in front of me
Like fortunes' greatest table
The game of the century!
She's my Lady-Luck incarnate
Its all Aces with her
Companion, Lover, and Mate
Together, our fate to master.
Though when we met
None of this was planned
Now its an all-in bet
And she's my winning hand!
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.
Some people are like snakes
A poker game with high stakes.
This is by far not my best piece, but I felt this way about some people for a while now.
There was a time I told you,
Of all that ached inside;
The things I held so scared,
To all the world I’d hide.
But they became your weapons,
And slowly I have learnt,
The less that is said the better,
The lesser I’ll be hurt.
Of all you’ve used against me,
The worst has been my words.
There are things I’ll never tell you,
And it is sad to think it so;
The more you come to know me-
The lesser you will know.
This isn´t mine!! I just love it.
and a lot of players are playing games,
but the jokes on you if your card’s the Fool,
don’t be read can’t blame the player blame the game,
so spin the wheel pick a number,
act it out name that tune,
but don’t debate what the haters say,
because love will conquer all,
because at the end of the day,
that’s all that really matters,
so show me what’s real now,
or see you later…
∆ LaLux ∆
A chip, a chance
Same deck of cards
All in with a poker face
I saw through you
Now you lost me
You didn’t even have me at all
You got it all twisted from the start
Thinking I’d fall for your game
Pulling the same exact card on everyone
But I’m not just anyone—
Who couldn’t and wouldn’t be played the Joker.
I’m a Queen waiting for my King.
To strum this guitar is for naught. Strumming the strum of the guitar of the guitar. The the guitar is for naught. For naught is the strum. Strumming strum strummy in the strum of the of the guitar.
Would she be enticed? She would be strumming. Would she be be strumming the strum of the guitar? She would not be the the strum. I strum the D and the A strums the B and it all comes to the G string. Would I not if I did strum the G if I strummed it so?
Maybe maybe maybe no.
Shall I have a glass of jack and coke? If I should not should I strum the G of the jack of the jack and the coke? Should she be she be not? Do I dare to entice? If I should dare to not should should I find the jack?
I should call should I call if I do if I don’t? What have I to do but strum and strum and drink and drink and think of the flat note? I will call. Will it pickup?
The taste of Jack is acquired it is. It is acquired and acquired and not for her. She’s a rosé and what can it be that a cheap whisky can amount to a fine wine? It cannot and I cannot. I cannot and will I call will I again?
Will I strum strum the gun of the sun? Will I find the gun will it find the sun and will it it will not find her?
How about a game of poker? I play a mean game a game I play. Please please do play with me. If you would please then please oblige. If not then please do. If do it would make all of it worth it.
2 of a kind.
It is midnight I should be off. Off I shall just strum and never bother. Never shall I bother and never shall I be bothered.
I wasn't on drugs when I wrote this, but I sure felt like I was.
I made this poem in the style of Gertrude Stein. It was for an extra credit assignment in my Humanities class.
That's the funny thing about falling in love though.
It's like playing poker.
The lesser you show emotions,
the more effective your bluff will be.
And the bet?