Players win and winners play

Blue Poet



I rolled the dice

and got nothing

just two snake eyes

come find me

i'll be the one in the back

in the black - crying

while a ghost of a hope is slowly dying

come find me again

i'll be waiting in a sinner's den

down the street

drinking my drink and smoking my weed

passing the time

till you come around

to find me here all alone

waiting for you all along

dressed in black

while betting all on red

sometimes amused but always sad

at this point i'll take what i can get

i have bled and i have cried

i did cheat and i did lie

i've done it all

i've seen sorrow as well as joy

fell for a fate's crule ploy

took the devil's deal

just to see how i'll feel

now it is you before whom i'll kneel

because i am ready for your kiss

just come find me and save me from all of this

and if you won't do that

then point a gun at me and pull the trigger

for loveless life just doesn't metter

the clock is ticking

the glass is empty and the bottle as well

for far too long i did dwell

in this lair of sin

searching for my tribe for my own kin

only to find that there is none

i can't remember when was the last time i've seen a sun

everything i've done i did in the dark

it left a stain a scar a mark

on my body and my soul

i have never been whole

for you still haven't found me

and i still got those snake eyes

it would be wise to call this to a halt

just know that my life is a cut and your absence is a salt

and if you won't read my lines

then at least read the room

otherwise soon it will be empty

words i give to a world are sharp and deadly

i keep the kind sweet ones hidden away

from a light of a day

because they are reserved just for her and the time she'll come ready to play

and even if we lose i'll win because this time she'll stay

pouring different colors into my world of grey

  • Author: //Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2021 02:15
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  • L. B. Mek

    'while a ghost of a hope is slowly dying
    come find me again
    I'll be waiting in a sinner's den
    down the street
    drinking my drink and smoking my weed
    passing the time
    till you come around
    to find me here all alone
    waiting for you all along'..
    if this is you at 22, well
    your potential is outright terrifying, dear poet
    thank you for choosing to share
    (remember, when you come to those crossroads
    try, to choose your freedom of Creative Artistry
    above all else
    and strive to find acceptance, in whatever
    fate rewards you for your endeavours;
    'aim for the moon!
    while enjoying the view
    from those accessible rooftops
    on your journey')

    • Blue Poet

      thank you kindly :)i am tempted to print and frame this 😀 thx again it means a lot



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