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Lowkie Nov 22
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Why don't parallel lines ever meet?
Is it because they are too similar
And if they ever could meet
The one will fit the other
And they would be complete
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Maybe life never intended for them to meet
I mean look at Adam and Eve
Two half's of which made one whole
Made one mistake
That would spiraled the world out of control
God probably saw it wasn't good and he said no more
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But it leaves me to question
People who found their other halfs
What secret do they know that we don't
Or do they get to happy and we don't
If so then where did we go wrong
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When I look at you
I see the mirror image of me
When I think of it
Together we can set each other free
But maybe life never intended for us to be
And just like parallel lines
Maybe we're not supposed to meet
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Lowkie ®
Beckie Davies Nov 16
He crossed the line
Entering my life
He ignored my resistance signs
Avoiding all my female land mines
There were no explosions
There was no protection
He crossed the line
Desecrating my sacred shrine
crossing lines into desecration
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That ******
Mirror—

the thought of faces in humanity
showing scars of cast'd regularity
now mutes my expressions ;
~
jovial faces display smooth contours,
riverbeds of smiles and amusement,
a'flow— gleefully downstream

sullen faces carve heavy heart canyons,
white rapids pushing difficult rocks
in opposing directions
~
all of this scribbled down
in short-hand by the
Surveyors of Time.



i now relax my
composure
to this—

carefully drawn maps of
experiences, upon glance

face to face, year by year,
smoothed and unfolded

ever so slow melts
my candle, abreast

whilst smiling my bones
with an approval
from Death...


© 2020


.
if only for guidance,as this poem is
more metaphor— dependent,

noticing the Scars of Time
upon my face, almost a
reverse, epiphany.

a comparing how they were
laid out over my years—

either by periods of
happiness, contentment
or by
anger, stress

then deciding how to finish
this map on my face that
i must wear in my
diminishing years


hope the helps !

28 Oct 2020
s jones
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annh Oct 27
Did she mean...did I see...did her veil part its gossamer filaments just for me?

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‘I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don't.’
- W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil
They are legends of lines
Their boundaries are undefined
They are near the divine
Their words rhyme
There is a flutter in the spines
They are Sufi Saints of their times
Shouldn't you undeepen
What you consider your
Deep thoughts
And receive huge applause
If you read these
Great giants of the yore
Moza Aug 19
You were trying everything to get noticed, yet it was lashed in the shutter of echoes. In the end, your mind played the inferior part, believed no one wanted you.
You were used to closed doors.
Never seen the light walk through.
With every step you take, Blur images started to appear of an unwanted child.

- Moza
Colm Aug 12
When you grow like a tree over property lines
  And are drawn into a yard unwanting and free
    It’s not the sharpest saw which cuts the deepest ties
      But the quiet in moving away from beneath
We've all been there (at least most of us have). And you learn from it quickly, or slowly if need be. Time passes by, and you grow like trees. Slowly in learning.
sadnspicy0 Aug 10
I like the poison that I drink.
I'm guilty of a million lines.
It ain't my fault my blood is ink
and I was cut too many times...
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
-  Ernest Hemingway
VibeActivist Aug 4
With You.

as cliche as it sounds roses are darling red around you,violets are sky line blue and everything feels perfect with you

as cliche as it sounds I want to call you perfect but its more than that you're beautiful, smart and strong and I'll be perfect when I'm with you

as cliche as it sounds you're the first person i think of, you're also the only person i think of at nights because every moment with you
feels like heaven

as cliche as it sounds i want you, not for your face or body, i simply want warmth and a safe haven and I find both when I'm with you
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