Fate Sucks

Chuck U Mann

Fate Sucks

Gentle touch to her face
Looking to her eyes
I spoke softly
“ beautiful lady I love you completely”
a quickly look away
then her sweat eyes returned to mine
Slight tremble to a tear down her face
A swell in my throat
I felt my heart race
Everything closed to her
I spoke again
“All that I am is yours, all that I’ll give is to you,
All that I’ll ever be is owed to you”
A tear turned to many
A hand to my mouth to hush me
Even before she said a word I knew
It hurt all the same though
as she said
“I don’t love you back”
I remember that night very well
I was left standing alone
with my heart heavy and cold

Let it be known
I dared to challenge fate
an got my ass kicked


R.LG.

setaside2

fate has no idea that I'm sneaking up behind it with a louisville slugger signed by Mark McGwire.

I'm going to beat that motherfucker into submission. Next up, destiny is gonna get it as well.

She didn't deserve commitment.

Chuck U Mann

i have had time to heal, but thanks for the thought

setaside2

it was clear by the last three lines that you had healed, the poem is far too structured for external pain.

however, LOL, destiny was the woman of whom I speak.

no entity deserves unearned commitment.

we are who we are, I suppose.

i did enjoy your work. I always enjoy the truly human pieces. They reveal our flaws and our grace without end. Almost as if we don't deserve to know ourselves.

who knew.

Chuck U Mann

I'm not really that deep, an fate is a whore for all seasons
none of us are immune

lol

setaside2

no kidding. I picked up that bitch at the corner of 15th and Colfax and she looked GOOD under her red light so burned out in the sky. 1 a.m. and the rain was nothing short of gale force.

she charged 300 dollars an hour, I asked if she thought she was some sort of plastic surgeon and she said that, in a manner of speaking, I was totally correct.

her six inch stilletos were somewhat intimidating, i'll admit. My switchblade was home upon the mattress and she stood on tiptoes in vinyl awaiting my confirmation kiss.

Funny how when destiny took my hand, it felt like fate when I turned the doorknob.

I realize now that it was she who closed the door, leaning it against it in supplication, a faux movement with design. I was trapped until she was through with me.

I still owe 134.12 and an umbrella.

Medicated-Genius

me too.

Stolen Pencil420

Don't mess with fate or fate will mess with you, some of us learn that the hard way. For example, even though I miss Kurt Cobain terribly, the man had to die. He was in too deep with drugs to swim upward. To top that off, he was manic depressive, and without some type of drugs, he would have self- destructed anyway. He would have lingered along living in misery, and that is much worse than death. There's some things you just can't control, and that sucks sometimes.

Felicity

it would be so great
if the boy i love
would stop messing
with the fates...
he's been doing it
for a few years now
not letting the natural
fall into place
he doesn't realize
that with his tampering
he is disturbing
the delicate balance
of what is meant to be
i know he has created
some of what happened
but other things
he has had no control over
and that's what i wish
for him to relax
about what will be
to know that i
will always be there
one way or another
and it's up to him
to make definite steps
towards what
he really wants

i am not afraid of anything
seriously
thank you for teaching me
it's golden

love is all.

Chuck U Mann

would people take fate so seriously if it was jello based.