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ShuckFacedGirl Apr 2015
Here we are singing our songs
from deep in our hearts
each unique as a snowflake
even though each one is perfect,
each verse is a mistake.
Our lives are our stories, good and bad,
and are nothing but fake.
here we share our story
from deep in our hearts,
each unique as a snowflake.
Parallel poem to

It's Dark in Here (original)
by Shel Silverstein
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
DD Apr 2015
You made me feel,
Like i was yours,
All vicious dreams,
That now are lost.

You're gone with them,
They're all with you,
And I am there,
(Still loving you)
And here untrue.

To all the souls,
Deceiving lies...
I'll run forever,
Until they die.

And throw down dirt,
Burying those thoughts,
No longer hurt...
No longer lost...
Fayez Apr 2015
I wake up every morning
To nothing
I am alone
I only see to where my light reaches
I see nothing except my drum
I grab the drum
And play the same beat
I played yesterday
And the day before
What was an energetic beat
Changed to melancholic
Yearning for someone else
I hope someone would hear it
And just sit with me
Sooth my loneliness
I go back to sleep again.

We wake up every morning
To nothing
We are many
We only see to where our light reaches
We see nothing except each other
We hear the sound of the drums
Play the same tone
As yesterday
And the day before
What was a beat that energized us
Made us melancholic
Many set out
To find the sound
But none have returned
Demons roamed the darkness
We eventually gave up.
A story written from two view points, it's not that people want to leave people alone, it's only that they cannot understand others and sympathize.
Dianne Mar 2015
Memory dreams. Multiverse.
Tell me we exist
in a parallel universe.
shosho Rea Jan 2015
We come from two different worlds yet we're close.
We're like parallel lines.
We are equidistant from one another and we'll never meet, but for some reason we're headed in the same direction.

Why can't we be perpendicular lines?
Why can't we meet and create a 90 degree angle?
Is it fates way of saying we can never meet?

The mathematical theory can always be related with the psychological one when it comes to relationships or our own issues with ourselves.
We can never be because we're not meant to meet.
We're headed in the same direction but the space in between is two negative magnets keeping us at a distance, hence we fight to be close only to be pushing ourselves further away but always equidistant one another till we eventually agree.
We are parallel lines.

However what we refused to wait on is the second Mathematical theory on Parallel and Perpendicular line.
We can somewhat change a parallel line to a perpendicular one just by rotating a line 90 degrees. This in a psychological manner means that no matter how pessimistic a relationship feels, how depressed we are, how alone we feel, with one change we can create a 90 degree angle of happiness.
It's true though. Math Geek
May the God of mercy have mercy on us
May we sense each other’s heart and needs
May such a day never come
when we have to doubt or judge one another
and may we walk together, parallel
always, forever, till death and beyond
hand in hand, heart to heart
This relationship will only add to our quality of life
Not subtract from it
Every fiber of our being may fall in love
with one another
Making us both
Human and divine
#God #mercy #heart #need #doubt #judge #walk #together #parallel #always #forever #death #beyond #hand #relationship #quality #subtract #fiber #fall #love #both #human #divine
WickedHope Dec 2014
Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two

Your name
Your parking spot
Your hair
Your glasses, sort of

Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two

Staring at you in AP Chemistry (even though I'm still not in it)
Silly little cartoons on notes that make me smile
You stopping after Spanish 3
Your taste in anime and games

Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two

Driving me home
Driving me insane with your poetry
Awake at all hours
Toying with my wants, desires

Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two --
Be the one to follow through
They have more differences than similarities,
but the amount of similarities freaks me out when I think on them.
Josie Patterson Nov 2014
I will wear the cotton in your voice
Like a satin waistcoat
Hearing you call through splintered walls
And the wind blows as easily as the rain falls
Slowly
I feel as though I am a drop
Hurtling through the sky
Towards the moss covered earth at a shattering pace
Barely making a dent
On the sliver of the place you are
The other side of the door
Just a track away
And though I do not see you I hear your sway
Creating balance in the things you say
And we will walk forever
Though we do not move from the warmth
Of your iron cage
With boiling over foreigners begging for attention
My eyes cannot be drawn away
And ill stand in a field
And the corn will have no names and you will be
Flying like a bird without a cage
A slave without binding
A stitch without thread
And we will sprint like two parallel lines
Always similar but never touching
Infinite in ourselves
But finite with each other
Our paths never cross
Though we move side by side
Lost in the people we want to be with
balancing on a fence post we dont know is stable
With chipping paint
And white lines
Moving forever through a blind eye
You’ve found the pair to your pair of die
But where were you when I hadn’t
When my tissue box was a house for elves
And my sandbox was not a place for creation
Where memories went to sleep
And marbles were lost
I slipped in the downpour
And my shirt ripped
And my shorts tore
And I am sobbing alone
Optical spillage with small oceans removing themselves
Left drowning on my own
But though your seams are now sewn
Mine remain alone
And I stand now
Like a house without a home
Im sitting like a rock at the bottom of the sea
And I feel the pressure though it has never touched me
Fizzling inside my ears like static during a phone call
With you on the other line
Your hearing fine
Mine not at all
Your white noise is blinding but you never hear it
Sending me message after message
But my ears refuse to be near it
Like a microphone and a speaker
Your feedback is heavy
and when you are with her
Your white noise goes away
Your equally quiet souls both speak loud
And neither one overpowers the other
And I know you will not have me
For I am a force of nature
I swing like the light on the top of a lighthouse
And warn sailors of the danger on my shores
Because though you do not want me when I am yours I am yours
I am in the world for a long haul
And I hope your course changes
I hope your white noise dulls
I hope she can hear you when you whisper like sirens
And I hope if your voice reaches
Or hers falls
I hope you find comfort in the ***** of her sanity
because every other set of lines, meet once
and then drift apart forever
parallel lines are infinitely similar
but will never meet
Quell the somber hunger of the streets
Redundant mornings as time repeats
Agonizing parallel days
Dull marching masses quick to obey
A crooked court with no figure head
Pulling profits to line stomachs instead
Of smiting evil where it lays
While we focus on not wasting away
At event horizons of a creeping void
And remember life can be enjoyed.
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