"lucks" poems
Pretty girls don't cry
Guess with all the makeup how could I
Ladies don't drink
Guess with all my pain ill just Take your man
Sober
Cuz i'm pretty right?
Stereotypical Diva, She too quiet
Guess she stuck up
She's gotta be a *** why she always lucks up?
Sugar baby,Slays
Waist training made her that way
The world is insecure
Lots of pain that we endure
reflecting judgment on others, to forget our demonic flaws
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Starving artist,
Hungry and cold,
Dive in a fountain
Of wishes and gold
Counts fifteen bucks
In quarters and cents
Steals wishers' lucks
To pay for her rents
But she hopes for the best
That all of those wishes
Were already blessed
And that marauder of dreams,
of wishes, of love,
She paid back in gleams
Silver spilling from glove
And those wishers?
Well, they had their fortunes
of hearts reunited
of kisses goodnight
of beds warm and cozy
and dreams taken flight
All but a handful
Remained in her pocket,
and never again saw the sun
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
My friends complain to me
They tell me their sorrows
And tear filled litanies.
I nod along and offer advice
Scowling inside.
Oh so now finally the guy you like doesn’t like you?
So no you finally get hurt?
You dare complain to me who would ****
To feel that pain to feel that love burst?
You finally feel rejected huh,
Left on the street?
Welcome to the real world *******
Welcome to the meat.
Rotting and corroding,
sick filled heart,
That we call rejection.
Beating furiously
As a thousand bulls on the range
Feel our pain.
Now you’re alive.
How does it feel when you’re lucks ran out?
But still you have fond memories.
Kisses to look back on nostalgically
What do I have…
Well I have you.
What a friend you turned out to be.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
There were all screaming our names.
The screams were intoxicating.
Feeling anxious,
to release my inner words.
I hear the yells,
Becoming more frequent.
My body was itching,
To see the crowd.
Twirling my faith,
Finding confidence in the shouts.
Remembering the rhythms.
Restless,
to hear them birthed.
Its time.
Time to go on.
Can’t back out now.
Giving nervous nods and,
Good lucks.
I’m on stage.
The mic is inches from me.
I wrap a hand around it,
Feelings its cold beauty.
My heart beats louder,
Than the drum.
As the intro pours out.
Shaking,
my eyes close.
My mouth opens.
The words flow freely.
Weak at first,
Then strong and pure.
My excitement grows.
I open my eyes.
The crowd is lovin us.
My body starts moving,
To the bass.
Soon I’m all over the stage.
Jumping, yelling, and singing.
My voice is being heard.
My words are understood.
They realize who I am.
I realize who I am.
I am the,
The Rock Star.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
It's finally over your draggin this out
This four leaf clover is burning without a
Doubt
Don't you worry there's no need to
Hurry
We can collect the ashes soon
*This Storm is the norm
I hope the sun shines through
Cause maybe maybe
It's finally over your draggin this out
This four leaf clover is burning without a
Doubt
Don't you worry there's no need to
Hurry
Your lucks already (run) out
And about this tomb it's ghost
Haunts these motion pictures that I
See the most
But these silly superstitions are a
Slave to the fame
Don't O don't don't wake me up
Tonight
All these midnight runs consist of
Cheap beer and wasted breath from (on)
cigarettes
And about this time I found
Such a profound phrase
Life is love we live we need it
Life is love we live we need it
Don't be so ashamed, why are you
Afraid
Of
{return to *}
Life is love we live we need it
Life is love we live we need it
Its such a grace, to hear three words
And to say it
It's finally over, your draggin this out
This four leaf clover is burning without a
Doubt
Don't you worry
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
I walked along the beach one day
and found a rusty lamp
I picked it up and rubbed it off
to wipe away the damp
And suddenly this little man
fell out upon the floor
looked up and started cursing me
"what the hell d'you do that for?!"
So I apologised and picked him up
'fore he got eaten by a fish
and in return said to me
for that you've earned a wish
I wished something that's not for me
but for a freind who's lucks been poor
and so impressed was the little man
he said for that you can have one more
So I wished again for someone else
who's lot is worse than mine
and again the little fellow
repeated his last line
But this time round my wish was such
that it would also do me good
A little more self serving
and a bit less Robin Hood
But again he told me I'd get one more
and I felt a bit confused
Is there going to come a time
when my turns have all be used
He said to me he didn't know
but things could be much worse
One fella left him on the ground
for that he got a curse.
His curse was to live in a lantern
and float from shore to shore
until he finally found someone
Who was rich but also poor
Then he asked me for twenty bucks
I told him ten was all I had
but he was welcome to it anyway
if it helped I would be glad
So he took my ten and hailed a cab
that just happened to be driving past
with a squeal of tires and a puff of smoke
they both took off really fast
I tried to dismiss it from my mind
as a weird daydream at best
But then when I got home
at my door, was a little wooden chest
The note on the box said well done you
you truly are mankinds friend
This token of our appreciation
means you'll never be poor again
I've still got the chest here somewhere
and the level seems never to drop
but I have pretty much all I need
so there's gold right up to the top.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
I want your hellos back
I want your good lucks back
I want your smiles back
I want your good mornings back
I want your good nights back
I want your how was your day back
I want your laughs back
I want your silly nicknames for me back
I want your kindness back
I want your happiness back
I want your I love yous back
I want you back
but i know that's just too much to ask
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
They know him as the alpha
Breaking these lovely ladies
Something real proper
Not a fighter but a lover no other
Can do it quite right right?
I used to study his style
And how he used to make the ladies smile
Slowly mentally connects with her
Stay calm under pressure
Minutes later he got the number
And already invited to a slumber
Another score for the board
Got the ladies singing high vocal chords
He taught me this and what to do
Andtoldme evry woman ya just can't *****
I asked why he said dont worry
When you get older you'll understand the story
Its more like a parable
But these woman just ain't compatible
So I know my lucks running out
Spit game in a victims ear
No fear I seen a tear
Roll down her thighs right then
I knew she was mesmerize
Playing in hair give me them *** faces
And I'll I'm thinking is I can't wait to get to the place and lace
Her with nothing but better love
I'm all above
As I felt good with confidence
I reminisce
The old man told me I'm learning
Replica of him the New gangsta of love
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
Maybe I should remake them all?
Re-write, re-concoct, re-live, re-slobbered!
Maybe they should be re-baked in whole?
So that instead of the night there’s the sun!
And in place of the blizzard there’s summer.
And no sadness! Out with the blues!
No more tears! No ill lucks and dramas!
And what about love? We’ll keep it on!
But let’s go and change my loving colors!
Instead of the rain and sleepless nights,
We’d paint white camomiles and flashy covers.
The wind would always be tail-on,
And love would live into old life.
Cinnamon, almond, vanilla aromas…
Am I right? Is that the smell of happy life?
I’ll write such “love story”, where they both
Love each other and were both faithful.
The sun shines brightly, birds sing clearly,
And they both live till their death in full.
I’ll finish writing this loving poem
And put it on the back shelf grandly.
I can be inaccurate, but I don’t like it.
And in my poems I won’t lie fully!
All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
I won’t remake them all in no way.
I love and I write my fanciful life!
And I will do it further alway!
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
The dressing in the window is shadowed by the right corner door
Calling to the left sun he screams for more of less and for the floor to be lit
Like the bottom of ballerinas faces when they're sprayed by the stagelights.
He cries a last note to the minor scale blues number, switching to bass
And closing the gap between what he really knew and what he couldn’t face, he floats home
and up a stair,
Pulling down the sheet over the two pairs of killing drones, the lovers eyes
And regardless of the broken mirrors and the lucks flailing failing dream vain, he will not try
To quit.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
A dreamer he is
Dreams his bliss
Awaiting the lucks kiss
Dreams come true his wish
Dreamt he not for fortune and fame
Not for a beautiful dame
Neither his enemies to blame
Nor in misery forged same
Dreamt he of world at peace
People sharing joy with ease
Wars and borders to cease
Humanity everloving breeze
Dreamt he of a world as one
His be a dream not alone
Many doth wish and dream as one
Dream his wish be done
Dreamers and dreams
Echoed in heart deep
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Remembrance of a bad memory is
The only memory he will remember.
His mind is always racing over all of
These atrocities, not one pleasing,
His cause is fault by familiar faces.
Trying to steal his touch from
Old and dusty photographs,
Four stone walls trap suffocated
Screams of a doted past,
Flash of silver and red, a mélange
Of animalistic fervour and love.
The chalk will wear thin some day,
Soon he'll lose track of pure reality,
Forgetting is obliged but is it a cure?
The gruel splattering on the plates,
Dimmer becomes his pure identity.
Eyes scrunch, blood-red shadow,
Not enough to hide a past
Which is screaming obscenities
Within him, even Houdini would
Struggle to free himself from these
Self inflicted knots.
Lying on stone bed, comfort from
Dropping so high to places so low.
The boots that kicked his child’s soul,
Battered tidily into empty cars boot.
His son's wounds left torturing mind.
The appropriate father
Lying dead under his thinning
Crown, a forest of follicles
Giving way to exasperation,
Remorse and a manic lust for
Changing history.
Cleansing red drips from his palm,
Constant stains conspiring in mind.
The pre maternal shatters fear in tear,
No love left to bail the blood thirst.
Maybe if he could love lucks lie, then
He may glimpse a cooler freedom.
Hath he not heard the plea
Of kin, fragility wavering
In the shadow of a beast,
Tis' he who peeled back his
Own flesh to see nothing but
Blood and yesterday's regret.
The bliss of fine white hairs fall top,
Blisters burning from the foul cycle.
Flickers of mellow memories save a
Soul to reconsider his own judgment.
But time was arch from the first stab
Into the child, mercy rejects his grief.
Former clown's face steals
Sorrow from his slashed canvas,
And ***** stained swinging shadow
Cannot trip the hollow child with
Black eyes, who is forever whispering
Into his ear, “Why, Daddy?”
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
This city shines with gold
The streets are crowded and old.
Everywhere you turn
A star has once stood.
Livin' near Tinsletown
Are people whose lucks are down
And they spurn
The names on Hollywood.
Envy bites at them deeply
As they live very cheaply
All alone,
Dreaming meekly.
Once awhile they go to a studio
Where they hope to be on a show
And the phone
Will let them know.
But most times
Disappointment rears its ugly head.
And the hopeful people
Hear this sound instead:
You're turned away.
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
(Woah-oh-oh)
Turn away
You're turned away.
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
(Woah-oh-oh)
Turn away
Getting your name out there
Is harder than it appears
When others are
Doing it too.
And for people born with privledge
Fame is easily given.
Others are barred
From "dreams come true".
Crossing fingers give hope,
And praying can help you cope,
But actual success will
Never come that way.
Make sure you look thin and pretty
Or willing to act mean and petty
'Cause sometimes skill
Doesn't count at the end of the day.
Even with those requirements
Someone has them more.
They're better, smarter, prettier
While you're shown out the door.
You're turned away.
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
(Woah-oh-oh)
Turn away
You're turned away.
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
(Woah-oh-oh)
Turn away
Mama, it's your kid
I want to come back home.
LA's days are scorching,
Its nights' cold to the bone.
I'm lost in my direction
And have nowhere to go.
I fit no one's satisfaction
And I've hit lowest low.
So come save me from my depression.
Who knew such hardship would come from an entitled profession?
You're turned away.
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
(Woah-oh-oh)
Turn away
You're turned away.
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
(Woah-oh-oh)
Turn away
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Somethings wrong with me
I'm ****** up
Life sold me lemons
I bargained up
Cuz I'm willing to pay any price
To get to the other side
My lucks in the dice
So I pack up my wishes
Throw them down a well
Holding my breath
To get to the sunny side of hell
Relationships only block my progress
Towards my own demise
They don't mix well with success
Empathy is only a word
I'm a monster
Playing with a double ended sword
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 7:13 PM UTC
She says, you can breathe if you want to
Lay down if you have to
Fall asleep only if you need to
But once you come around
We might not be around
You’ll be left feeling upside down
In a house that’s empty
Just waiting for anything to move
Get going put the needle to the groove
Kid you’ve got something to prove
You don’t want to be left out of the loop
You better get it going soon
Get it soon, get it soon
Well back up in your bedroom
There’s a book she lent you
You wonder if she knows you still have it
You wonder why she ever had it
Science fiction fable
Dolled up like a card table
Now fiction’s all you believe in
I’m just waiting to cash my chips in
But it’s less than I spent to buy in
Now I’m just left waiting
For lady lucks hand to come in
Knock on my door, come right in
Come right in, come right in
Now I, I breathe cause I have to
Lay down ‘cause I want to
And sleep ‘cause it’s you can do
When you know she's leaving you soon
Coffee and conversations
You used to pull the hair from my eyes
They were dry and now they're wet
And cryings all I'm left with
But where will I be
When my joy she leaves
Oh, please don't go
Well, please don’t leave me here
I want to hold you close
You used to clothe my heart
And now I’m just falling apart
Falling apart, I'm just falling apart
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Now it's time to crucify the *******
Burn em with fire throw em in ditches
Like the district attorneys
Tryna play me but didn't know I was boss
Took a lot hard hits but no yards lost
Gaining multiple positions we go for everything
Didn't have a team so I built my own dream
Get rid of my old crew and hang with a new crew I'm a black Jew
Stuck in the wild a real problem child
Ain't my fault nigguh ?
Born in ******* now I'm tryna fight
Back nigguh
Real friends turn to bustas so jealousy keeps me strapped
Shootin' game like life's full of craps
Testin lucks enticin' clucks to my duck
Cuz I got that mad flow cash flow
Never failed had no choice but to shed hell
Livin' in a jail cell
Kin to the reaper this **** creaper
As I stroll in my drop top hot as a ************
Rushin' the late night hour like I'm Chris Tucker
The stash is gold bold weak nigguh fold
And ***** ******* to haters get the black glock
Since my homies roll deep us might as well say we a flock none could block the hustle
Go for the biggest muscle
The Cia the biggest distributors
Uh the Devils gotta receipt repent from my sins
If I die from open fire will the Heavens let me in?
The pain I can't fade Tha
The stress put on this earth as a test
Slicin' necks with my rusty razor
Givin a rapid taste of a true hellrazorrr!
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
I’m sick of this world
My fates are cruel
Destinies are full of wrath
Lucks are undecided
Everyday, I , my life , my soul are tortured by this fateful reality
I have to suppress everything, have to endure everything that comes
I've been in this dark side of the world
Deep in the shadow full of despair
I cannot see the light until I was a man
Still it was nothing....
But BLINDED by LIGHT.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 5:00 AM UTC
Twenty-seven years
Of losing out in love
Twenty-seven years
Of never giving up
On anyone I love
Full of hate, But full of love
Full of courage, Full of heart
I’ve fallen down
But I got back up
Got lost, been stuck
Found a way back out
But fell right back in
Twenty-seven years
I’m still holding on
Twenty-seven years
All the best parts of me gone
I’m still staying strong
But for how long?
Every day could this be my last song
Twenty-seven years
and it all goes wrong
Twenty-seven minutes
Bad lucks born
So many decisions
but I’m still torn
Ever since childhood memories
I’ve had enemies
I’ve lost energy
trying to fight
With all of my might
I’m losing sight
through all these hard times
Through every single line
through every rhyme
Through everything I write
You get a glimpse
Into my troubled mind
So appreciate the time
That I’ve put in
To every word
From all the hurt
In my heart
From all my broken love
Twenty-seven years
It’s taken to come to terms
With all, I’ve had to learn
Twenty-seven years
I’ve learned to burn
All the rage, the hate
Wipe clean the slate
Twenty-seven years
I’m still around
Twenty-seven years
I’m standing my ground
Against the tides, the crowd
It gives me a reason to shout
My passion out loud
Standing tall and proud
Before I’m taken out
In the final round
Twenty-seven years
Twenty-seven years
©2017 Written By Benji James
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
I once had a goat named Little Amuck
that would always gloat and never gave a ****
This goat would always mess with me
and play with my favorite stuff
I loved her when she ate the trash
I hated her when she ate my stash
But when Little Amuck
started to eat my favorite stuff
It was time to discipline Little Amuck
It was just Little Amuck lucks
When I tried to kick her in the ***
She would run really fast
When I would get her in a corner
She would faint as I got closer
I would always feel sorry
for my Little Amuck
Yet she always gloated at me
and never gave a ****
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
But now we can communicate.
I am not sure what cause this sort of block.
Under normal circumstances I suppose it's human.
To access so much of ourselves mentally.
Yet physically remain mute.
An attempt to be funny. Charismatic.
To yearn the manifestation of being represented such as a memory.
For some it's easy. It becomes culture.
Ignoring this association of fear.
Although slight. We begin to judge ourselves.
In fight beyond a couple of seconds that leads to bliss.
The things that have yet developed.
The possibility that things may not.
But definitely something is there. Reflected from the light of eyes.
Self doubt in light of holding back.
Yet we've evolved.
We've evolved into a splitting image of what we adorn.
The critique of what eyes see & what ears have heard.
We've thought in different ways of what binds.
Now we communicate.
To better service our needs, our wants.
We've binged them all.
Knowing all of our favorite parts, to speak hesitantly about the bad.
We recite them only in private.
Ignoring the kick backs and *** lucks that begin with pleasure.
It begins with the closed culture of what feels foreign
to no longer recite in mental.
Now we communicate
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
I see him
The one that I truly love
He starts to walk to me and leans in to give me a kiss
But he stops
He told me that he didn’t love me
He loves someone else
Someone more fair and witty than I
Someone with good lucks and less clumsy than I
So here I sit, crying because my heart is broken
Here I sit, waiting for Him to heal my heart
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
Like a ghost coming to terms with life
with a moth eaten heart and broken mind.
Woozy.
Breathe smoke in to your lungs with
an air of contempt.
Neither up nor down.
You need to but you can't change.
You're anger boils over sometimes,
like a kettle that can't speak.
Starting to realise truth comes at a price
and isn't void of lies.
Treading eggshells and envious darts of light.
Trying to escape the cross road,
but which way to go?
A storms heading this way!
You're without warmth or shelter.
Giving in to content , but not satisfaction.
You're afraid to let her go.
Afraid to let her go.
Headaches becoming the norm.
Eyes struggle to open or close.
You're too tired to know.
Can't fix all problems using just your head.
Especially those you create when your hopes get left in bed.
Failures the only option,
so why even bother? Lucks never on your side.
Your socks are holey and your shoes don't
keep out the cold
Like a tree,
the rings on my face reveal my true age
my boughs buckle under the current of the wind.
I think by now I should know who or what I want to be.
The soul I don't have wants to hide
as my tears get lost in the shade.
Door steps don't welcome you.
Feel invisible yet wishing you were.
Feeling hollow but you got so much inside.
Days that don't begin seem endless
Some lessons aren't worth the mistake
and some words shouldn't need to be said aloud.
You need to but you just can't change.
Treading eggs shells and envious darts of light
like a ghost coming back to life
breathe in the air of tomorrow
clutch a new coin
Get out the right side of bed.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC