"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.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
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.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
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.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
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
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
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
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
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.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
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.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
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
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
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
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
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
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
*My trust was the knife
You used to stab me in the back
But all in all I wish you goodluck*
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
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
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
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
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
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.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
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.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
“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.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
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
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
no more comments
what a shame
they are too jumbled
into and out of
each others
trying to
be helpful
beyond
that
Goodluck Everyone
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
*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*
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
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.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
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?
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
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.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
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
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC