Have I eaten today?
I don’t think so.
But that is not the feeling
Which gnaws at my soul.
You gave me purpose and then left.
I guess it meant nothing after all.
All that time, all that play.
I set myself up for a fall.
I can now return to my old, dead ways.
Reviving the poison oak which clawed at my heart.
And yet I still wait
To be torn apart
I don’t think this has actually come up in my writing much, but I quite enjoy a good game of poker. I played through college and university, then for a while in a bar down the road. It was all very amateur, which was interesting because it’s pretty much the only game I’ve come across that people will join without having any idea how to play whatsoever. I strongly suspect this was because I wasn’t playing for money–just in tournaments or against friends–but I also suspect that part of it was down to poker, on the surface, being a game of luck. No matter how bad you are at poker, you will occasionally win a h
The Probability - Poem by fluffycawwot, literature
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The Probability - Poem
The Probability
By: Fluffycawwot
What is the probability?
I yearn for it
I hope for it
I dream and I imagine it
but
I cannot have it
The one thing that can captivate me
The one thing that can inspire me
The one thing that pushes me on and gives me the potential to break even the code of complexity itself
The one thing that holds me within its grasp
I yearn for it
I hope for it
I adore and I treasure it
but
I cannot have it
The probability of coincidence can be calculated
Recorded and mapped into intricate fractions of possibility
The chance of it to manifest before your eyes is always present
No warning needed, no warning given
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