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Doy A Aug 2020
in a parallel universe,
together-- you and i
we get high.
-
you and me
we're meant to be
in some other reality
-
my deepest secret is this
the long gone bliss
that I'll forever miss
is your gentle kiss
-
in another world's dimension
without any hesitation
me and you
we made it through
Coleen Mzarriz Aug 2020
Unknown souls reside
in the most deserted places
such as the minds of the Parallel
and the hearts that bear the rebellion,
the agonizing shadows that stalk
behind the familiar faces.

Where the souls whom we do not know
finds places in the garden-like of Arcady
its rustic magnificence and endless streams.

The whitest marbles that mirror the true form
of one's self
the sculptures of liberty and honor
enchanted voices of wood nymphs
that serenades every heart's frightened.
The harmonious hands clasping together
souls traded their bodies for a one-way ticket
this is where the last train stops.

The mind seeks for the Parallel
when a desire craves,
it reaches down to the deepest pit
from where the tree reaches down to the lowest ground,
should its own branches reach the tallest clouds?

Behind the rushing blood
of spirits being awakened
should the deserted soul,
stride its feet in the garden of Arcady?
“In each of us, there is another whom we do not know.” Carl Jung
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
We were born at the same time but in different worlds.
We walked in the same world but at different times.
Shayloves Jul 2020
Side by side
Another name... perhaps another age
Though the Paths have changed
Her soul remains the same

She is lone Poet living on sandy earth
Bathing in sun’s light
As She Chronicles to earn her worth

Her days aligned with tide of her mood
Rising with the day-A lullaby for the night
A mediocre Substitute for a brood

On the edge of this aquatic paradise
She thinks she has all that was in store
Yet there’s a hint that she once longed for more

Something perfectly designed for her spirit
A Lingering faceless, nameless feeling
A whisper of something missing almost too soft to hear it

Too vague to define but with oneness of soul and shape
If only she could trade: if only she realized what was at stake
Only then from this slumber’s dream will she wake.
A poem about parallel universe
Noor Jun 2020
In a parallel universe,
You lay in my bed, with your arms around me
You whisper “you smell like home”
And I hold you a little tighter
Kiss you a little longer
And you kiss me back

In a parallel universe,
You love me too.

I have always found it hard to deal with my emotions, the extremes, the black and white
So when I fell head over heels in love with you from the first night we met, I thought I had lost my mind
I kiss you with passion, in my lips I hold our future, our dreams
My arms stretch out to the sky like an ancient tree, I hold our memories in every branch, I hold our laughs in every leaf
I look at you and see the face I want to look at every night and every morning till the world turns red and the earth explodes and we’re made into a stardust

In a parallel universe,
You think I’m special
You tell me I hold the world in my eyes, I taste like every daydream you’ve had and my warmth feels like the winter of your life is finally over

In a parallel universe,
You want me too.

In this universe,
I lay alone in my bed, with the cold you left when you walked out
One day, you whispered “You smell like my childhood”
I didn’t know how to take that.
I kissed you and you didn’t kiss me back,
I held you and you pushed me away

I love you, and you precisely said you never will.

You think I’m insane, invalidate my feelings
Say that what I think is a special connection between us, is ordinary to you.
You kiss me and your lips are cold
You hold me like you want me to let go
You hurt me repeatedly, like open fire gunshots and laugh when you do it
Why did I fall for a man like you?

A man that came from hell,
A man with the devil in him
I need to know now, what to do with all these feelings
Because I can’t give them to you,
I can’t punish myself anymore.
梅香 May 2020
maybe in a parallel world
our feelings are not whirled,

fate is on our side
and our horizons are wide,

dreams together got no boundaries
we'd endlessly make memories,

our time together isn't interfered
and unlimited chances for us appeared.

but seeing today our love in famine
all of those things i can only imagine.
wholly hoping that maybe somewhere else
we could love each other without any less.

in an alternate universe,
may we never disperse.
Angela Rose Apr 2020
Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed
I know that
I’ve always known that
But you’re a line I want to cross 100 times over and over again

Some lines aren’t even meant cross paths  
I know that
I learned that when I was very young
But you and I were never meant to be parallel lines, we were born to intersect
And I think that’s called fate.
Ksh Dec 2019
There is a name calling out
in the silence of the mind.

There is a space
where clutter occupies.

There is a creation
at the end of destruction.

There is pain,
and love,
and pain again.

A wheel of self-abuse,
the likes of which gets us high
in each and every revolution.
annh Oct 2019
Papa always said, ‘Parallel lives meet when love travels sideways.’
‘She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her. Some questions are so direct the only way to ask them is sideways.’
- Deanna Raybourn, A Spear of Summer Grass
A Catalan
liaison where
with his
jazz guitar
as Gioconda
in Hoboken
really left
for Athens
and green
pasture of
Ulster that
pokes a
fable with
lure of
capes in
New York
and Saint-Tropez
Abercrombie , John ;noted jazz guitarist
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