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"goodluck" poems
Goodluck everyheart That dances on timelines For a while, a short blink Of an eye between cascades Goodluck everyheart That now watches life As pure energy, watching Stars die, reviving stars In the impermanence of things Goodluck everyheart That runs on the lips of time Laughing and playing In the existence of routines Death comes to each one Like a sound, or the coming Of a silent storm, it’s natural To die, goodluck everyheart.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Goodluck Everyheart
Having hope, I await your call looking to my phone. Hoping you'd change your mind and without me you feel all alone. It's foolish to have hope, I know. It will never happen. I told you to give me time. My heart you had flattened. We've been through four weeks of pain. And now we've finally ended things. I'm still shocked, it came out of nowhere, and to think I was going to give you a ring. I miss you every night, Annie. And that's the honest truth. How long will this pain go on? Who knows. Just know I'm feeling blue. You've hurt me terribly, more than any woman before. I hope you made the right choice, But I can't wait for you anymore. Some days are better than others. At a slow pace I will find my way. Someone who deserves me will come Someone, somewhere, someday. We were entwined in bewilderment to put it at the very least. But I talk to myself every day to convince myself that we have ceased. The other half of me is my voice of reason. Encouragement, love, and hind sight. He talks to me constantly, to remind me to hold with might. That's what I push to now: My voice of moving on. To forget and forgive make you and I forgone. I'll leave you with this sentiment, my dear: We parted ways and it ***** Someday we might change but until then, Goodnight, Goodbye, and Goodluck.
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Goodnight, Goodbye, Goodluck
I never told you this, it's a bit embarassing, but every wish I make, I make it for you. Every penny thrown into fountains, every lucky stars shinning bright, every last cigarette of the pack, is a wish for you I wish that your troubles will go away. I wish that you will no longer need those antidepressants. I wish that you finally get the break you need. If it means I'll never see you again, if it means you'll forget about me, so be it. You deserve to be happy.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
Goodbye and goodluck
Dear 'luck, Sometimes I wonder how those girls feel How their goodluck turned around It's like running on banana peels Keepfalling, can't even get up The key is in the sea, someone changed our luck :( Cos this isn't the guy we all trusted to change our walks It's funny how $12 could buy a life And N2000 can buy a wife A child is supposed to think of getting grown And not wearing a wedding gown You call yourselves the govern-ment so do what you're meant to do Cos I'm a believer that you can deliver our innocent people.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
Letter to the president
I dont want life any longer I'm tired of all the lies Its in Dreams where I find you I hope I nwont be awakened this time No not as much as anyone tries In dreams I still hold you Your skin soft as a babys Your skin is smooth as silk I just cant go on this way By being awakened day after day Leave me alone Im not going to **** myself Not as long as I have my dreams Dreams where I can love you Where I know just what to do They are where you are mine Every bit of the time See my Magda I just dream of you These dreams are all I save Just leave me alone before this matter becomes grave Leave me alone in this one place where Im not times slave Where I can feel you again and hear your voice my sweet babe Its happening again someone is trying to wake me up I said this would happen then If you could just for me Be happy I'll be out of misery I'll be there where all one does is dream Finally to be in Tanelorn The one place I can find peace Even if the directions cant be released I wish I was in another world Or on a different plain Or living my next life my love So i'd see you again For now Im lost forever You see I only dream at night I cant take this life anymore I guess Its time to say goodnight Goodnight
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Goodnight and Goodluck
Can I take a vacation To a place you dont really stay in To the place where your thoughts reside To a place that's much like mine So can I take a vacation I promise I won't be long Ill take a peak into your thoughts To see what you have been taught Because what we've learned mustn't be the same Considering you treat me like I am a game A board you've been around quite a few times One you win because of cheats and lies But see you won't come out on top again Because now I have more twists and bends I've gotten stronger quicker faster And I'll probably leave you in the dust Because I've caught on to your lies and now you lack lust So goodluck to the next girl you decide play Because I'm sure she'll catch on and I know she won't stay
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
Board games
My dear friend, soon you'll depart. I know you'll move there to make a new start. I hope you won't forget me even if were apart, Our memories will always be in my heart. You may be chubby but you are lovely. I'm always happy with you 'cause sometimes you're funny. Goodluck to your journey. God Bless, stay safe and always be healthy.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
Goodluck
Violin sonatas of gloom Acoustics of desire Play all at once A peculiar compilation An elegy of sorts For yours truly Welcome to life Soak up the unrealised potential Inflamed with rage To this day You walk this earth With a strong conviction You owe yourself something You cannot deliver Extreme self-expectations Coupled with perfectionism The fatal modus operandi You continue adhering to Goodluck with standing in the way Of your own happiness Thrive in your concentrated negativity While seeking solace in one-liners Of absolute ******** You maybe a joke But you are hilarious Oh, wait.. the joke wore thin A dozen punchlines ago You died 12 summers ago It’s whatever One day bitter and wilted As you sit in a cold impersonal office You will dream about the ocean And mourn wasted youth Today will be yesterday Today is ruined Tomorrow is dead.
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Outlook
Your insecurities Manifest in your bad habits Like ******* and fountain pop And sleeping with men Who won't remember your name Even if it meant losing a friend But I still hope you don't choke On all that cigarette smoke
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Goodbye and Goodluck
Life is crazy when you like someone and they don’t feel the same. You spend all this time and energy proving to them that you’re not the same, As the other people they messed with in the past. It’s so sad; to expect something so great, end up with nothing. Feeling so empty, guilty That you took a chance with someone who’s not worthy Of being with you. You, the one who started this all, from that first moment when that tear started to fall. You claimed you were sorry and you can do better next time, but you ran out of chances. Time is up, and she gave up, on you and those summer romances. When you find someone who is ready, who has their life together, and who is steady Then, you will truly be happy Until then, think back to all the people you been with, are you in any fault. You claim it was their wrong doing, and they were the ones ******** Buying items that were never bought, to you in your procession, the progression Of your relationship started to fall. Did you give up, or did you end up forgiving them Of all their wrong doings. See not all of us are saints, we all strive for happiness even when were shooting Blanks, no I mean into an empty barrel of love. You know, the one that cupid missed to go along with all your love and happiness. Sometimes being by your self is so bliss, calm, so serene like it doesn’t exist. But, every once and awhile you feel that your miss-ing out on something Or someone Life is crazy, but we must not get lazy, nor give up. Your knight and shining armor; your dream girl is just Outside knocking on the door. Open it, a be ready for what’s in store Goodluck
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Life is Crazy...
Life is crazy when you like someone and they don’t feel the same. You spend all this time and energy proving to them that you’re not the same, As the other people they messed with in the past. It’s so sad; to expect something so great, end up with nothing. Feeling so empty, guilty That you took a chance with someone who’s not worthy Of being with you. You, the one who started this all, from that first moment when that tear started to fall. You claimed you were sorry and you can do better next time, but you ran out of chances. Time is up, and she gave up, on you and those summer romances. When you find someone who is ready, who has their life together, and who is steady Then, you will truly be happy Until then, think back to all the people you been with, are you in any fault. You claim it was their wrong doing, and they were the ones ******** Buying items that were never bought, to you in your procession, the progression Of your relationship started to fall. Did you give up, or did you end up forgiving them Of all their wrong doings. See not all of us are saints, we all strive for happiness even when were shooting Blanks, no I mean into an empty barrel of love. You know, the one that cupid missed to go along with all your love and happiness. Sometimes being by your self is so bliss, calm, so serene like it doesn’t exist. But, every once and awhile you feel that your miss-ing out on something Or someone Life is crazy, but we must not get lazy, nor give up. Your knight and shining armor; your dream girl is just Outside knocking on the door. Open it, a be ready for what’s in store Goodluck
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I was never a simple person but I craved simplicity like I craved my grandmother's strawberry jam I loved school, whistling and everything taller than me They reminded me of my father I hated screen doors, cracks in pavement and goodbyes When I was four he left me all those tainted things but I loved him Four years later my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas I told her I needed a baby brother I used to spend every night while he slept at his feet When I was eleven, my mother moved us to a new city There were a million games of cops and robbers and my first boyfriend, Spencer He had blond hair and eyes so blue they put my brother's to shame He told me he loved me under an oak tree kissed my cheek and got so red in the face I thought he was going to burst My mother was in University and had the softest piano hands Her eyes were glossy from all her tears I collected them in my jewellery box heart There were rust on my edges and hers I was a rusty by product of drunk unintentions A mathematic, scientific accident Not a young mother with high hopes and goodluck On Sunday afternoons I played hopscotch on my babysitters driveway, I was nine On Sunday evenings he brought me to his secret lair He'd secretly touch me in all my secret places I hated him I think he hated me too When I was six, I wanted to be a teacher Ten years later, a man with a medical degree told me I couldn't have babies I couldn't look at another child, so I figured teaching wasn't my best option Plus, I've never been a fan of teaching children not to make a mess I spent my whole life making sure it wasn't messy When I was fourteen, I wanted to run away I wanted to go to Europe with my best friend Oskari he cut his arm and told me he couldn't really bleed he didn't feel anything I wanted to bless him I wanted to read him Jane Austen in an open field Under a single sycamore tree We never made it When I was seventeen, I ran away I moved in with my father's mother He has her eyes, just like me That same year I met a boy Who rode a stolen steed to my grandma's couch Made love to me all night took on me on walks and sent my heart off to the races He made my life a little simpler
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Simplicity
I was never a simple person but I craved simplicity like I craved my grandmother's strawberry jam I loved school, whistling and everything taller than me They reminded me of my father I hated screen doors, cracks in pavement and goodbyes When I was four he left me all those tainted things but I loved him Four years later my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas I told her I needed a baby brother I used to spend every night while he slept at his feet When I was eleven, my mother moved us to a new city There were a million games of cops and robbers and my first boyfriend, Spencer He had blond hair and eyes so blue they put my brother's to shame He told me he loved me under an oak tree kissed my cheek and got so red in the face I thought he was going to burst My mother was in University and had the softest piano hands Her eyes were glossy from all her tears I collected them in my jewellery box heart There were rust on my edges and hers I was a rusty by product of drunk unintentions A mathematic, scientific accident Not a young mother with high hopes and goodluck On Sunday afternoons I played hopscotch on my babysitters driveway, I was nine On Sunday evenings he brought me to his secret lair He'd secretly touch me in all my secret places I hated him I think he hated me too When I was six, I wanted to be a teacher Ten years later, a man with a medical degree told me I couldn't have babies I couldn't look at another child, so I figured teaching wasn't my best option Plus, I've never been a fan of teaching children not to make a mess I spent my whole life making sure it wasn't messy When I was fourteen, I wanted to run away I wanted to go to Europe with my best friend Oskari he cut his arm and told me he couldn't really bleed he didn't feel anything I wanted to bless him I wanted to read him Jane Austen in an open field Under a single sycamore tree We never made it When I was seventeen, I ran away I moved in with my father's mother He has her eyes, just like me That same year I met a boy Who rode a stolen steed to my grandma's couch Made love to me all night took on me on walks and sent my heart off to the races He made my life a little simpler
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*My trust was the knife You used to stab me in the back But all in all I wish you goodluck*
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
And such is life
I just want  you to know, I mean to say im over you right now Im trying my best to forget you All you've done and said to me the moment you gave up on us I guess we are not meant for each other At least there will be no hesitation for me to be with someone else since we're over I wish the same thing with you Goodluck in finding a girl better than me I will never talk to you again Except when you're the one who starts the conversation Enough of the chases It is really tiring and unworthy Goodbye. Have a good life ahead. I don't want to retrieve the poems back. I don't love you anymore
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Last Poem
I remember only once when my heart was literally frozen Only once has my heart Hardend the entire ocean A girl I like looks great dressed as queen Elsa Her looks               Her eyes                         Her sweetness But it's her heart that really makes you swelter A gentle queen with honesty in her eye   I wish you goodluck Rosie         I wish you goodbye
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
Rosie.
i have my share of labours, that i wished become collective signs of fruitition... alas... and only thus: the last sacred word -   the simplest of regrets, the last remnant "regret":      alas...                       lucky you,     now you get to write your address, your street, your house number, your authentic name,    your zip code,                   your RM1,   4TH...                       your virginia... your whatever, that comes with an overcoming of a tommorrow; good-luck; bless me with a chance, to forgive you, and forget you, by kissing the forehead of your mother, goodnight; may she find sleep, as comforting as death, with, or without anticipating it.
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
goodluck
Would never give you up for all the money in the world You mean more to me than gold, diamonds and pearls Your love is intoxicating Will bask forever in it Your beauty is unrivaled Will never stray from it Your kisses are like drops of heaven God knew what he was doing when he made you You are my goodluck charm so to you, I will forever stay true Like a white rose in a sea of red You are my inspiration, my muse, that sweet little voice in my head You are so many things and so much more I will spend my life loving you because Everyday I Love You even more My one true Love.
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
My one true Love.
“Here’s your morning PSA, Laced with saccharine and anaesthetic, Unfortunately the missiles are on their way, So leave the sick and try not to panic, Ignore the hysteria, and those calling your name, Avert your eyes as the world sets aflame, We apologise for keeping this from you, Secret for all of these years, But please keep in mind, though we’ll aim for your rescue, Death is the least of your fears This will be our last transition, I’m afraid the president must catch his flight, You may wait to hear from us but until then, Goodbye, goodluck and goodnight.” We were the PVC plastic barbie dolls, Waiting to be burned alive, Unlucky enough to live, We woke up to an absence of we, No Nevada left to test in, So I’m a model mannequin, Melt me down, Tick-Tick-Tick, The light was white and empty, Tick-Tick-Tick, My madness steeped in silence Tick-Tick-Tickety, Geiger is telling me to run, Tickety-Tickety-Tickety, But it’s no use now, I threw up on Monday, Tuesday, I choke back fallout, Ignore the bubbles when it hits my skin, On Wednesday, my gums blink bright red, Thursday I know I am all alone because the wind has ceased to blow, And Friday I realise I am not, They came with rubber masks, Silicone, Respirators and coils of filters, We both had big black eyes, But neither of us saw people reflected in them, I counted three, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, One smiles by exhaling clean air, Reaches out a hand across the barren wasteland, Fingers tipped with lead and tells me: “There’s a prize for the last standing.” I am not ionised, So I bruise every time they touch me, These guides through plagues of acid rain, The graveyard of monuments stripped bare by a world of rot, My hair falls out as I breathe dead air, I don’t remember what PSA stands for, I don’t remember my name, I bleed sand and the echo of a failed civilisation, But with heavy breathing and a muffled voice, Gas masks filtering what used to keep me alive, I wonder if there is anything behind those masks at all, I know there is nothing behind mine, None of us are human anymore, And we haven’t been for quite some time, Together, we watch the sky rain black ash.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Uranium-235
“Here’s your morning PSA, Laced with saccharine and anaesthetic, Unfortunately the missiles are on their way, So leave the sick and try not to panic, Ignore the hysteria, and those calling your name, Avert your eyes as the world sets aflame, We apologise for keeping this from you, Secret for all of these years, But please keep in mind, though we’ll aim for your rescue, Death is the least of your fears This will be our last transition, I’m afraid the president must catch his flight, You may wait to hear from us but until then, Goodbye, goodluck and goodnight.” We were the PVC plastic barbie dolls, Waiting to be burned alive, Unlucky enough to live, We woke up to an absence of we, No Nevada left to test in, So I’m a model mannequin, Melt me down, Tick-Tick-Tick, The light was white and empty, Tick-Tick-Tick, My madness steeped in silence Tick-Tick-Tickety, Geiger is telling me to run, Tickety-Tickety-Tickety, But it’s no use now, I threw up on Monday, Tuesday, I choke back fallout, Ignore the bubbles when it hits my skin, On Wednesday, my gums blink bright red, Thursday I know I am all alone because the wind has ceased to blow, And Friday I realise I am not, They came with rubber masks, Silicone, Respirators and coils of filters, We both had big black eyes, But neither of us saw people reflected in them, I counted three, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, One smiles by exhaling clean air, Reaches out a hand across the barren wasteland, Fingers tipped with lead and tells me: “There’s a prize for the last standing.” I am not ionised, So I bruise every time they touch me, These guides through plagues of acid rain, The graveyard of monuments stripped bare by a world of rot, My hair falls out as I breathe dead air, I don’t remember what PSA stands for, I don’t remember my name, I bleed sand and the echo of a failed civilisation, But with heavy breathing and a muffled voice, Gas masks filtering what used to keep me alive, I wonder if there is anything behind those masks at all, I know there is nothing behind mine, None of us are human anymore, And we haven’t been for quite some time, Together, we watch the sky rain black ash.
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I'm not sure if we're meant to be I am unsure if you and I are compatible For it will take forever for you to crack through this shell And I'd hate to put you through that hell I would keep wondering why we were together Keep finding something wrong with you or us I am not in the right state of mind to follow a man who does not understand me or who I am I know someone could love you more Goodluck to you and yours
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Cracking through shells entering hell
no more comments what a shame they are too jumbled into and out of each others trying to be helpful beyond that Goodluck Everyone
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Comments Going Astray( anyone else?)
i know, i'm sorry i said i'd never write about you again but here is my apology. 1. we were just kids back then, i remember pulling your nightmares out of my blankets and whispering on the phone that i believed in you. 2. everything was so new and delicate and we just wanted to hold and break all of it. i can't blame you for wanting to know and destroy love. 3. the truth is that i miss you, but not in the way i should. 4. we may never have been in love, but i truly did feel like we were. i wish i had met you later on in life. 5. i'm sorry the little girl inside of me wanted to be enough for you, i'm sorry the person i am now couldn't be. 6. i know you didn't mean it when you told me it was my fault, but it still stings nonetheless. 7. it wasn't all your fault, i played a part too. i remember saying that i will love you forever. 8. i think i still will. but i know that i need to stay away. 9. i'm sorry we ended like this. i don't regret you. i regret letting you hurt me. 10. i pray that someone loves you better than i could. i pray that you learn. i pray that i do too. 11. i am sorry for everything, even when i shouldn't be. 12. goodbye and goodluck.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
Confessions and Apologies of a Heartbroken Poet
*We both made memories You trusted me I trusted you You broke it And now I need someone To pick up all the broken pieces Trying to fix it I'll be fine Maybe not now, but someday You made me realize a lot An effort wasted To a snake like you Millions of reasons to give you up   You pushed me on my limits A white turned into black This time, I'll make you regret Untold feelings made That will never fade   Revenge is my rule Thanks for making me feel like a fool Goodluck on something you'll get A revenge you'll never forget*
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Real Tears
life is always a hunger games. how to survive. to **** or not. but u have to survive. or else, you'll die. or get killed. get it? no? goodluck.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
life
Arise all people who heed our call For our nation’s girls are about to fall. Heard are their cries From thousands of miles. So let us ride to Chibok, Mounted on horses in bulk. Your retweets and hashtags will not save them! We need more than goodluck and patience! We need more prayers and action! Indeed, we shall meet them in battle! When shall we Bring Back Our Girls? When the campaign becomes Bring Back Our Women?
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Bring Back Our Girls
Have you ever imagined the horrors of being driven in a sleek Land Cruiser that is the definition of 'noire'? When the car doors are locked, so is your mind and your eyes are as tinted ad the windows. I gaze out at the beggars stretching their sun-dried palms to me asking for a minute portion of the price of my fountain pen. The stretch of desperate beggars go on for nearly ninety kilometres. I can see it in their shiny, burnt eyes that they pray for 'Goodluck.' I do not speak only of financial beggars but also of beggars of national progress. This includes me hidden behind the tinted windows.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Behind the Tinted Windows ii
Go ahead Run Look for her Search far and wide. Through jungles through seas, skies if you must... and when you're tired and aching, I'll kiss all your bruises, dress all your wounds and pat you on the back for trying to find even a little bit of me, in someone else
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
goodluck.