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There was a girl playing in the park when she saw a picture in the bush. She kept the photo, but forgot about it until she was married. Her husband asked, who s the little boy in your wallet.
Hello again, and today is Tuesday, January 29, 2013. In our lives we leave a lot of things up to Tyche, the god of luck.
(Before you read the poem I made, I'm going to explain a little what the 'Red String Theory' is because that is what my poem about and I feel like its necessary to understand what it is and also,...
Let me read your tealeaves, Dearie, Let me see them, "Woah, that's eerie." Yes, it's true, hun, You're quite through, I read the leaves, From ten to two.
Choose where I go, From dusk till dawn. I have no say, I'm just a worthless pawn. Should I live or die, It's your sacrifice. It all comes down to luck, To the roll of a dice.
Inky stars blot the page, Casting a worldly feel. The words that are scrawled upon its paleness, Turn the fiction into something real. With every passing second, more moments are added.
As I sat in the dimly-lit waiting room of the fortune-teller's shack for my friend to re-emerge, I felt a growing sense of unease build in me.
I skipped down the road, A small book in my hand, I will write a letter, To inform you of my plans I skipped down the road, You might say I felt great, But the truth was, I had finally...
What did you do when you was young and new. Did you know what you was about to do, What you was getting yourself into. Did you set out with something to prove.
@littleone #Youngwritershousehold 50/50, Are you in. Nerves racking up, Head starting to spin. 50/50 Is my chance, For eternal life, Or one last quick dance.
To think someone's out there, Who's perfect for me, That one day I'll meet him, But when will that be. I could have met him, A glance on a train, A pass in a street way, Yet continue the same...
Equally divided, put the test to the fates. Slowly but surely it adds its weights. Secretly marking all the days. You make a single mistake. Play the wrong card.
Take a chance, Roll the dice Doesn't matter to me what you get, But you can't spin twice Take what you get, but you must live with what you take God sure doesn't care if it's a mistake Trudging along...
Chapter 3 The General Those two black dots floated in front of his eyes. Pits of darkness leading to deaths door. Four had rolled. His chance of being chosen increasing.
Prologue The clinking of the dice was the only sound in the room. The air all but crackled with tension and passion. It oozed out of each player.
Somedays I doubt Somedays I don't. Sometimes I think we have it all before us but then shortly after I think there's nothing after the last goodbye we said.