#lucky
How lucky am I to have somebody,
so special, worth missing oh so much.
That's what I need to remind myself,
when I'm stuck in a crying fuss-
How lucky am I to be blessed-
with a slight curse,
to feel so much…
but maybe less is worse.
How lucky am I to be held-
by my very best friend, my guy.
The beating of his heart,
makes my own float right by.
How lucky am I to be kissed,
a sensation I already miss.
But I must remind myself-
I’m lucky.
Oh how lucky am I…
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:20 AM UTC
Her death was sudden—
a blink, and it was done.
I was asleep inside.
my newborn breathing beside.
No sound... Nothing to worry
Still, something tilted in the air.
Something was wrong.
I wanted to cry.
She was deep-rooted,
not just a pet or cat.
They say three dogs had her.
No blood.. No meows
Only a quieted pulse.
Her neckpiece still rang
when they lifted her.
Lucky—
that was her name.
I got her in fragments, fractured
Numb in half and mostly ghost..
Yet we called it kitten...
Instinctive, Messy, Musing
Eating insects like treats.
She leapt from my cradle
to the highest rack,
to bookshelves that trembled.
Lucky, Lucky—
half wild,
purring through the house.
How much I loved you.
One morning we woke
to her offerings:
a dead snake, a bitten cockroach, a frog—
laid like proof of love.
We trained her too well.
Bound her too tight.
She wanted freedom.
She broke walls.
She went out.
How could we blame her?
She was never meant
to stay inside.
Lucky, little beauty—
you wandered like a habit.
One evening,
as I slept with my baby,
he came in, held me,
and said you were gone.
Lucky, my fur-child,
I miss you every day.
I wish I held you once more,
not to undo the past,
but to give this love a home.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 12:44 AM UTC
I loved you quietly at first,
back in sophomore year—
when saying your name out loud
felt like giving something away.
I kept it to myself,
tucked between passing glances
and hopes I didn’t let grow too big.
Time moved on,
and I tried to move with it.
I dated other people,
told myself I was over you,
that feelings fade
if you give them someone else to land on.
But they never did.
No matter who I was with,
my heart always knew your name.
It compared laughs,
measured comfort,
looked for you
in places you didn’t exist.
Now it’s junior year,
and somehow I get to say this out loud—
you’re mine,
and I’m yours.
Not just in my head,
not just in wishing,
but in real moments
I get to hold onto.
Being with you feels like relief,
like everything finally makes sense—
like all that waiting
was leading me here.
I don’t love you because I tried and failed
to love someone else.
I love you because
I always did.
And now I’m finally happy enough,
brave enough,
lucky enough
to call you mine.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
I guess I'm just unlucky,
After all, I was born on March 13th, which was a Friday,
Nearly at 3:13 A.M..
Aren't I a cursed child?
Maybe that's why every relationship,
Whether platonic or faintly romantic,
Leaves me hurt and bruised and covered with contusions;
Sometimes I wish I were born a day before or after.
Friend group imploded, first love nearly killed me,
Friend-zoned by the one I hoped would love me too.
Surrounded by people who may care about me,
But I'm too battered and broken to know.
I've stabbed two knives in my eyes,
Feeling around for friends,
Hoping to avoid the vipers in disguises,
Marching toward a bitter end.
Aren't I unlucky?
Maybe I'd win the lottery.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
I don’t want to be revulsed,
I don’t want to fear
I don’t want to hate,
I don’t want to regret
I don’t want to stew in jealousy,
I wish for success
I wish for happiness,
I wish for kindness
I wish for peace,
I wish for love
I long to spread it all,
To the rich and poor
To the children and adults,
To the fortunate
To the unfortunate,
To the lucky and unlucky
All the sorrow in this world,
All the joy in this world
I long to help all,
I long to aid those who need
Those who yearn,
Those who wish,
Those who hope,
I wish for all
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
i may drift off
at random moments
upon seeing poetry
in a serendipitous
seemingly miraculous
landmark occurrence
if i'm lucky enough
to notice it
but it's the muse
of the mundane
the poetically banal
that speaks to me
in a clearer voice
it tells of the hair
that clogs the shower
the washing left out
forgotten on the line
in yet another downpour
of two dogs
keeping me company
while i work
it is here
forever here
that the truest
moments of beauty
will be found
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC
I once was dimmed, told I was “too much,”
My quirks dismissed, my laugh out of touch.
But then you appeared with a gentle hand,
Showering me in ways I now understand.
Flowers that bloom with thought in their hue,
Respect in each word, intentions so true.
You listen, you care for the smallest detail,
In your presence, I feel I could never fail.
The parts once mocked, you treasure instead,
The quirks and the chaos inside of my head.
You lift me higher with each sweet caress,
You make me feel nothing less than a princess.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
"When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
*And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong*"
Lyric from the song "The Rose
<>
Who?
among us has not let this stray dog thought
litter their human mind,
coming in from the far side,
when bruised and battered, you, on the bottom chancing,
dredging for some chance expectation that
you chances have not all
been used up,
luck run out
you've all experienced the decaying angst
of when this long love thing goes awry away,
some often. some not much.some in tumbling brevity,
some after decad-ent years of agonizing, before
scissors snapping the last fraying plain
white string that lastly
remained
she sees me cornerd on the love seat,
and laughing accusesme of
writing only love poetry
for another, while
smiling winks,
at her only
love poet,
who
kisses
her each hand
when the sunlight mixes
with early light and his heart
can see it illuminate our faces
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
~for M.C.C. ~
who sang me to sleep,
when my soul begged me for
sweet release,
just was lucky, I guess
*"Mornings here with a coffee cup
Stories in my head, looking up
If the rain holds off we'll be in luck
But we're lucky anyway"*
<>
Been there, done that,
ritualized & compartmentalized
the essences of the routinized,
to measure the days of my life,
as small keepsakes,
charms and tokens on a bracelet,
jingle bo jangle,
when another be repeated,
the telling belling of
a ✅ of satisfying satisfaction,
<>
and I!ve been bone
marrowed & narrowed hell~married,
imprisoned until decisioned,
that no life was no life at all,
(take note! y'all y'all),
and I miss my dog's greetings,
and snoring while I'm wide awake,
always loved to drive too fast on
back country narrow lanes,
in my suburban shrunk
small suv,
with radio blaring, no need for
trucking on the Truckee,
been there, done that..
<>
in the small ways,
in the
small places,
take my slow going days my way,
and not no need
to rent borrowed uninfluenc-ed content
cause I custom built it in,
easy like, five easy pieces,
learned to make daisy peaces,
of the bright nights melding
with life affirming hot sunlight
and there is no bad time,
with a cold blue~ribbon
in my left,
my right grasping two O'clock
on my heart and steering wheel,
driving freedom fine,
Chapin~ Carpenter
on the stereo dial,
no set time,
just anytime,
rain or shine
for me and my poems
to *** together,
like old time,
any fine rhyming time,
together we flashback
to the sweet Release
from jail in 2008
<>
***and break out a new one and clap it onto the clasp
my bracelet of charmed
keepsakes,
like memories of
my old dog, thinking
one more time,
just got lucky***
6/27/25
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
My worries are weak
Yet pipe dreams for some
I sob over leaks
they sob in wet slums
My roof is above
I’m full when I feed
They don’t eat enough
I’m stuffed as they bleed
Their bullets bone break
They beg for their meals
Their hunger won’t sate
Their fates, soon sealed
Still, I dare complain
While warm, homed, and safe
While they wash blood stains
With drains that drip late
Our savour and scents
And lavish plate stacks
Their sorrow and cents
Soon spent on scraps
My fears are content
I sleep still each night
I’m scared to present
They’re scared for their life
But them I can’t free
For them I can’t fight
So I’ll sit with my peace
And keep shutting my eyes
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
I knew she was bad news
when we met
at Terminal One in Vegas,
but my thinking brain
was in limbic limbo
— strong-armed
by the scent of Cinnabon
and new car smell.
You might say we got lucky.
What are the odds of finding
a chapel open at midnight?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
10-4-24
i get to have you
stuck in my head
all day
lucky me
lucky me
like a record
on repeat
the ending scratches
it's repeating
your name
over and over
well guess what
I'm barging into
your favorite movie theater
and raining on your parade
ruining your favorite film
twisting the memory
of your favorite place
into your least favorite
it'll make you sick
to your stomach
to go back there
to go anywhere near there
lucky me
to have myself
poor you
poor poor
you
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
Deathly allergic to life itself oddly
Takes roughly 90 years to die from it if you're lucky
But you see, luck doesn't know me
So we'll see how far I get past 40
©2024
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
I felt;
you were more than just a fling, but then
you flung me away,
like I was nothing.
I was to you,
as you were to me.
Empty.
May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC
Throw your stones at me
Those of you who've never sinned
My past a bit hazy
I don't know where I begin
You think I could get lucky?
And one day catch an elusive win
Something worth sharing with a loved one or a friend
Forget the knowledge that hindsight's 20/20
Didn't know I'd have no one in the end,
Not even one that's pretend
Hopefully I can find a sticky type of happy
But until then
I'm just a phony
Chasing leafs in the wind
©2024
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
Sins, bites on your conscience
never to your convenience.
No salvation, No revelations.
Unblessed the lucky
bottomless becomes your destiny
and darkness laments, it’s quite cloudy
wavy timelines, weary crimes
Brooking our doom
creating thy tomb
as deaths looms.
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 2:17 AM UTC
lost count on
how many times i have wished for
"a little less pain "
in this life
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 5:45 AM UTC
We are going
To die and
That makes us
The lucky ones
In the teeth
Of these
Stupefying
Odds, it is
You and I
In our
Ordinariness
That are here
The needle won't
Reach the record
And that's ok
We reach for
What to say
As the silence
Grows too strong
Yet nothing ever
Remains within
Forever is
Far too long
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 10:34 AM UTC
my mom called, i cried by the dhall, on facetime
been thinking about how lucky we are to be alive
even if to deal with mornings and swollen eyes
even if dad's always on the night shift, even with
this big rift caused by the distance and the lack of time
just because we made out once doesn't mean you're mine
i got glimpses of a pink top, my blanket of a jacket
i bet it would look classier if you were wearing it
but you're distant and cold and partying is getting old
i'm forever out of polaroid film and cheap distractions
so i took an amtrak home, straight from south station
the flight back to boston was short but still exhausting
and when i walk home alone, the silence is unsettling
seems we're both better than i thought at method acting
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:21 AM UTC
What. Just. Happened?
I'm still here, in the throes of terror, probably forever, but that was close
I don't know how many more of those devastating blows from life's twisted episodes I can take before I get exposed and everybody knows that this smile's a fake, adorned like over warn costumes on Broadway shows
A mangled backdrop set prop to keep from view that I got behind the scenes woes
With each smile the lie grows
Gotta live with this Pinocchio nose
Black out curtains dress the windows so the only parts of me I expose are silhouette shadows
Like house siding, I stack the facade till a barrier grows
It adds curb appeal and social value I suppose
But for me it's a false face to hide the lows
Getting me through this reality that blows
A life time of running into doors with a sign reading "sorry we're closed"
Hanging next to the mandatory posted notice of demolition proposed
Life's ultimate plan to bulldoze any happy settlement till all that's left are foreclosed burrows
Unwelcoming ghettoes
A real to life Gotham City narrows
Every one knows **** flows down stream and my life's the delta where it all goes
Rainbows triggering everyday psychos
Sorrows flicker by like sickening slideshows
Arms and legs strewn all around, some separated from torsos
From heros to zeros, no back again as I decompose into the shallows
It's basically not a place anybody would actually choose to be
But when it's your own psyche it's hard to see any way out of the intensity that will always accompany insanity
And no one can hear your inner voice plea for much needed mercy
Beging to be set free but this inescapable captivity is your eternity
So wait, is this outcome then a certainty?
A destiny unremarkably average and already planned out for me?
It certainly seems to be
Especially now that I see clearly that comedy lies within my tragedy
But only because hindsight is 20/20
In the moment nothing's funny
A well lit path is not part of my journey
Mines a lifetime walked through a dark ally
The thoughts that emerge from the shadows come in a hurry, a savage flurry of the eire
Physically consumed with how badly this could turn out for me
Any second I could come face to face with an enemy sent by a deity with the soul purpose to immediately end this agony but I can guarantee I'm not that lucky
It's a shame this evil never left after it came
The residual, dry back shot residue stain and remain after every time I'm ****** but those rinse off in the rain that came all the same
Causing me to claim I'll never see life the same
Now docile and tame, a king slain by his own sword, self inflicted pain
My shelf life would be considered inhumane
A body originally set to be a temple now unlivable domain
Why is it the opposite I hear 'em saying when it comes to the brain of the insane?
What I can't figure out is what's there to gain keeping me here on this plane?
An existence broken and lame, no highs, no fame
No title bout, no championship game
I'd like to say it's done in vain but the fact is maybe this is where I'VE chosen to remain
But if there is no one to blame, to frame, to claim did this to me then the chain that holds me here I should be able to explain away so I don't know how to explain why I stay
And I always find myself stubbornly staying in this mindset like I'm developing the onset of stalk home syndrome
Eventually the environment seems normal but it's a Truman show dome
Entertainment at the expense of a grown man condoned
And the freedom shown is an illusion cause there's only so far you are able to rome
It never occurred to me that it was strange to be in this place alone
At first, while trying to escape, I wore my finger tips to the bone
But now I've got it so bad that I call this catacomb home
No land line phone, no WiFi hotspot zone
Cut off from the outside inside this prison of skull and bone
It's getting harder to tell as the problems begin to become overgrown
My flaws are blown out of proportion as they engulf my preset headstone
It seems so obvious that I shouldn't be here, I deserve a permanent place in a corner alone with a dunce cap cone or next to the rest labeled drone.
And I'm pretty sure I've waited to long to atone so the best I can hope for now are some ruby slippers or the larger piece of the wishbone
©2018
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Continuity and infinity,
Why they have to be
Is beyond me.
The end of all things, I
Wish I were lucky enough to see.
But more than that,
I wish I were free.
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 9:24 AM UTC
She's so lucky
Because you never judge her.
She's so lucky
Because you care for her.
She's so lucky
Because you never forget her birthday.
She's so lucky
Because she's wearing your hoodie.
She's so lucky
Because she can give you flowers.
She's so lucky
Because you've kissed her.
She's so lucky
Because you love her.
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 8:14 AM UTC
The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn’t ready.
It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.’
I think we’re lucky we didn’t chip a tooth.
The unexpected slowed me - ‘ok, that happened,’ I thought.
Because I’d wondered, before - ‘does he like me like THAT?’
Then suddenly you came into sharp focus, your lips, your eyes,
your goofy smile. It changed things, for us - like Jesus’s birth
changed time - there was before kiss (bk) and after kiss (ak).
We somehow kludged our way into love - the old-fashioned way
without navigation software, dating sites, hookup apps or breadcrumbs.
Like our foremothers and fathers or Columbus - we bumbled into a New World.
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 5:20 PM UTC
we each bought
a burrito from
that same van
i would visit back
when i lived there
two pork burritos
one with added
sweet potato
brazenly requested
the other simply
the expected guac
my overconfident request
should have cost more
than I was charged
but the man serving
could not bring himself
to demand the full cost
for "just" a burrito
we sat and ate
on the bank of the river
that i used to
think of as mine
we bit
we chewed
we swallowed
catching up
as napkin-less
salsa-dripping hands
were licked clean
and wiped dry
across the thighs of
already marred jeans
May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 5:57 PM UTC