Gambling Metaphors

The Strong Man

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By Amy Sandra

How can a faceless man be seen?
How can a voiceless man be heard?
All he bears is a pliable spine
that no body can break.
“I am a strong”, the man says.
His strength desires games
of resistance and loftiness.
Little he knows,
he soon will break
with the spine that melts away.
He will never stand again.

27th September

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I’m trying to unlearn your name, so i pronounce it differently.
Ironic as we call it, I repeat it incessantly.
Beauty killed, I heard from the age old, but this was the work of the ugly, my new age foe.
I don’t know if I’m happier to have a better life or sadder to leave you behind.
I know, It’s so deep, we refuse to erase the scars of our time as we mistakenly call it love.
May be I’m close enough to make you feel I’m still around, when I’ve actually walked miles away.
Sometimes the dead is alive in your head.
Sometimes the alive dies a thousand deaths.

Ugly Poem

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It keeps on growing like the moss on the old building in the rainy season, like the fungi on an old man’s “rusted weapon”.
It keeps on showing like the stray dog’s itch, like the chain smoker’s yellow-brown teeth.
It keeps on stinking like a vagabond’s armpit, like the big momma’ 3 day old bra, like the fish in the dump, like the dead rat hiding under the sofa.
It keeps on giving in like a man with no spine, like a drunkard who finished all the wine.
It keeps on repelling like the one white strand on a strange man’s mole, like the greedy pig’s burp.
It is ugly, i know.
He is the ugly, i say.
I tell him everyday.
I mean them all in every way.
Love is the only beautiful part of you tonight.
Your ugly tests love everytime.
It is ugly, i know.
He is the ugly, i say.
And, I mean it all in everyway

A half life wil…

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A half life will be spent dreaming and the other half chasing. Accomplishment is only an afterlife.

“If you don’t k…

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“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
– Lewis Carroll

Last First Love

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Bitten by your sweet love,
Tasting your depth,        
Your eyes said it all,
 You are my greatest fall.
Can you show me your cruel love, again?
Cause, I’ve not had enough.
Can you hurt me by your touch, again?
Cause, I’m not broken enough.
I dreamed you,
I searched you,
I so much hate you.
Can you say those words you told me, again?
Cause, I try to live.
Can you walk away all over again?
Cause, I want to forgive.
I touched you,
I breathed you,
I so much hate you
 So numbed in places,
Not letting me go through new phases,
Standing in the cold outside,
The heart was colder inside,
Thought, I was bolder,
But, it was just the end coming closer.
I screamed you,
I cried you,
I so loved you

A love’s letter

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I can’t write you,

I can’t figure what you say to me,

You make me talk about love, life and the deep,Image

I can’t write you still.

You’re a fancy of many hearts,

A dozen believe in what you have to say,

Some lie there by the box,

Some wait for you to be slipped in.

I have no clue still,

Oh! what you say.

You still break hearts,

You still open with hidden meanings,

You bring forth innocence pressed against a child’s heart,

You bring forth the shyness of a newly-wed wife.

But I can’t write you still.

I know you will change,

I know you will be misread.

… Love