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Glazel Salundro
Aug 2022

"... and we were like parallel lines. We were not destined for each other and will never be."

"It depends on what type of geometry you're referring to. In hyperbolic geometry, parallel lines meet at an ideal point - a point at infinity. I don't mind living in hyperbolic space. Would you?"

"It depends on what type of geometry you're referring to. In hyperbolic geometry, parallel lines meet at an ideal point - a point at infinity. I don't mind living in hyperbolic space. Would you?"

Àŧùl
Aug 2021

Beyond sacred geometry,

Hides a dark secret.

A secret of stolen symbols,

And stolen concepts.

Hides a dark secret.

A secret of stolen symbols,

And stolen concepts.

My HP Poem #1939

©Atul Kaushal

©Atul Kaushal

Nat Lipstadt
Dec 2020

~*dedicated to the old poets here*~

the addictive pairing of certain words, a line,

a lyric, slap-snapping you to full attention,

unfailing decades of instant recognition,

an adrenaline + caffeine shot that powers

a**chance**, a tensile injection that causes

the lips to commence a new choreography,

the fingers to tap, a jumbled, hurried, embattled

disorderly mess that regenerates, reformulates,

concords into agreement, a harmonic consistency

a**geometry** of many differing angles that equate

a hard physical, a soft mentality in a singled work,

coexisting in a**sacred** state of singed confluence,

though imperfect, satisfies mathematical boundaries

of a random outpouring, crowning the stripe inspiring

the spark that finally satisfyingly silences an ignited

filament a-glowing for years, that holy happens

to cross your antennae, fulfilling the need to honor,

**the sacred geometry of chance**, the honor to need,

the joy of saying, at last, this unwritten debt, paid!

————————————————————————-

(1) a favorite of many years, a lyric from “The Shape of My Heart” by Sting

(2) Dec 3 2020 2:53pm NYC

the addictive pairing of certain words, a line,

a lyric, slap-snapping you to full attention,

unfailing decades of instant recognition,

an adrenaline + caffeine shot that powers

a

the lips to commence a new choreography,

the fingers to tap, a jumbled, hurried, embattled

disorderly mess that regenerates, reformulates,

concords into agreement, a harmonic consistency

a

a hard physical, a soft mentality in a singled work,

coexisting in a

though imperfect, satisfies mathematical boundaries

of a random outpouring, crowning the stripe inspiring

the spark that finally satisfyingly silences an ignited

filament a-glowing for years, that holy happens

to cross your antennae, fulfilling the need to honor,

the joy of saying, at last, this unwritten debt, paid!

————————————————————————-

(1) a favorite of many years, a lyric from “The Shape of My Heart” by Sting

(2) Dec 3 2020 2:53pm NYC

Amanda N Skaggs
Jul 2020

Changing directions.

Shapes speak with points of bending.

A journey of lines.

Shapes speak with points of bending.

A journey of lines.

Maria Mitea
May 2020

When the geometry of sombra

seems to have a life of its own on the underworld walls, above the surface arrogance takes shape believing that it is more intelligent than, I, who can see the train coming. Uncertainty won’t bother impotence resting on earth’s shoulders, and Sleeping Giant can wait forever for the lost sailor.

What a blessing!

seems to have a life of its own on the underworld walls, above the surface arrogance takes shape believing that it is more intelligent than, I, who can see the train coming. Uncertainty won’t bother impotence resting on earth’s shoulders, and Sleeping Giant can wait forever for the lost sailor.

What a blessing!

icelar
Feb 2020

i can't draw

i don't know how to

only sometimes

i get a flash

of fake inspiration

from my own

swelled head

at least i can draw a square

but wait,

the lines aren't straight

then i realize

no one can draw a square

not without a ruler

at least

i don't know how to

only sometimes

i get a flash

of fake inspiration

from my own

swelled head

at least i can draw a square

but wait,

the lines aren't straight

then i realize

no one can draw a square

not without a ruler

at least

just a little bit of realizing that no one's perfect