#alternate
Was this always meant to happen
Is this Chekhov's gun firing
Were you always meant to hide
And leave me alone crying
Would I have to sift through thousands
To find another world
Only one special one
Where our bond was upheld
Or did we work in every other
And I somehow ruined this
Did it only happen
In this universe
Was there something wrong with us
That spanned across timelines
Or was there something faulty
In just this one of mine
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
In another life,
I’d reach for your hand without thinking.
In another life,
you’d already be holding mine.
We’d laugh too loud in grocery store aisles,
argue about which stars are brighter,
kiss under cheap string lights
like it was the first sunrise.
In another life,
timing wouldn’t matter.
I wouldn’t have to tuck my feelings
into half-smiles and quiet glances.
I’d tell you
without the fear of losing you.
Maybe we’d slow-dance
in your living room at 2 a.m.,
bare feet on the carpet,
your head on my shoulder,
and I’d think, finally.
But lately —
when you catch my gaze
and don’t look away,
when your smile lingers
a little longer than it should —
I start to wonder
if maybe you feel it too.
So I’ll be patient,
soft,
hopeful,
letting my heart whisper
what my lips can’t say —
that maybe,
just maybe,
this life
could be the one
where you love me back.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC
You seem to alternate
Between viewing your
Own mind as an
Unstoppable force
And as an
Inescapable curse
The only truly
Unapproachable
Concept for you is
That it's your mind
Within your control
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
1 life where I never got to know your name
where life went on the same
but everything felt meaningless
Where your presence was lacking
2 where I roam this world, is it flat? Round?
Does it matter if you were never found?
Everyone seems off, nothing makes sense
Everything around me leaves me in suspense
3 Where I was a made man, wealthy and healthy
But I sit alone in my penthouse
My only companion is in the wall a mouse
So better of that without you I fell lesser than
4 where we passed each other, I say hi
where you didn’t care I was Bi
Yet we never made eye contact
You never kept in touch
a friend, yet that’s where it ended
5 I meet you at the cinema, you spilled my popcorn
6 where you were male and I the feme fatale
7 where I cried like hail, where milo was never born
8 where we made it, and we kissed under the sun
But 9, definitively, is where we met
No matter how it went about, we got the true ending
Where you are my Bun, you’re fine, we’re set
To the 9th life, where alternates failed to complete
A future we grab with both hands
To demons we’ll defeat, to quirks the world will never understand
To the 9th try, where we defied fate
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 3:16 PM UTC
~
*...he dreamt of her,
the one who could dance about
twin suns in cantina lace,
course through the veins
like power converters,
and scare far more
than a pack of raiders on the prowl.
...she who laid out
in the sands of Anchorhead,
and became a seductive sculpture,
her howls mixing with the wind
through Beggar's Canyon,
and turning into flame,
ascended like nomadic campfire
in an ocean of night
as far off as Mos Eisley.
...the one resembling Camie,
who bought farm water
for her off-world thirst,
he dreamt of her, you know,
he dreamt they would inevitably marry,
and settle down deep in the feral
of their desert love.*
~
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 1:21 PM UTC
in our universe, it was always lonely
so full of hate and anger it bore me
our stars were scattered,
but I can see your universe from afar
somehow it aligned, yours and mine
two different universes, we cross
our paths and meet our past
it was you, who was I,
and who you were opened my eye
past meets the present
mot bound to happen but did,
and now we're staring at the
same moon crescent.
you and I are not the same
it was you who was I,
but I am never you, am I?
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
got to meet a pedagogue
who might let out of his
wretched gob
some mockeries
something like this
"perhaps, he has a paralysis"
when in the course of classwork
you're not taking
notes of what's on the blackboard
that snot's painting
got to meet an insolent boy which
might start an altercation
since that ***** is annoyed with
3 out of 5 you'd rated
his "top significant" work with
despite the case that
it's simply according
to the teacher's direction
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
sometimes,
i dream long enough
to imagine another life
when you and i
were on fire
where i was your queen
where you filled my lungs with laughter
sometimes,
i dream long enough
that an imprint of your memory
is left on my retina
so all i can see is the king of comedy
who held my heart
in another life
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
sometimes I wonder
who I would be
if my life was different
if I was born by the sea
alternate universes
the possibilities are endless
I could be rich and famous
or die broke and friendless
It could be small differences
like coffee or tea
or it could be big
like living in a different country
I could be born in the '50s
or far into the future
a universe where there's magic
that be way cooler
sometimes I daydream
of what it would be like to
live in a world where
the skies not blue
I wonder where I am
in these fantastical places
but I hope I'm ok
where ever my birthplace is
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Hey Lord, I hear him.
He's not whispering.
*"Dear Lord, I'm nothing but a pile of bones
picked clean by the crows
I want to go home."*
Oh Lord what will you do?
I still hear him crying out for you.
*"Lord, I know I'm a sinner at best
but please let my heart rest
they deserve to know."*
No, he doesn't know how long it has been.
His heart has crumbled with his flesh.
His body won't be touched again.
Lord, if he is a sinner
then what does that make me?
I don't pray. He pleads to you on broken knees.
Lord what have you done?
His voice has left my head.
Have you shown your mercy and let him rest?
Or did you take away my senses
so I no longer have to deal with the dread
of a sinner's regretful heart again.
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
Told me to close my eyes and count to ten,
I counted down to one and then back up again.
It almost feels like it’s a crime
how blatantly I waste my time,
what does it matter? If it would shatter, it would still be mine.
Nightly I brush my hands against the dark sky,
I know it’s painted with splotched stars but not seen by the eye.
It’s creating ice cold fingers,
and a chill that lingers,
though bold, I was never a fan of cold.
It’s just that I’m trapped in another space,
my time and reality are lacking trace,
I’m right that I’m in the wrong place.
Or maybe we’ve just all been dead for years,
no one wants to add to their fears,
but the thought is turning gears.
It’s plausible, not impossible.
Told me to close my eyes and spin around,
counter and clockwise I whirled until I was on the ground.
I feel too old to play hide and seek,
strong night vision but perception’s weak,
I’m lacking balance, it’s never been in my talents, it’s looking bleak.
It’s just that I’m trapped in another space,
unable to alter my choices in this case,
the isolation and void I just can’t face.
Or maybe I’m just separated from the galaxy,
outcasted from the place I’m meant to be,
stuck in the shoes of an alternate reality Emily.
Growing more deranged, some things don’t change.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
What would things look like
if I could press
rewind?
Take myself back to that moment
and make sure it never
happened?
What would it be like,
to not be
naive?
To know then,
that you had nothing to do
with me;
Were just drunk on
yourself?
To push you away
and be
certain?
Before feelings complicated the mix?
What would it be like
to have never
loved you?
To like myself
better again,
To be sure
—once more—
that I would never be so
stupid,
What would it be like if I’d never met you?
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
I dream of a dream that dreams of me
And in this dream is only me.
Only me, and yet it seems,
This dream begins so differently.
A man is standing where I stood
Beneath a lamp post wearing a hood.
I approached this man to understand
Who this man could be.
I remove the hood just to see
This unknown man is actually me.
Me in every way, and yet, in every way, he's not.
Same nose.
Same ears.
Same face and eyes
But it was the details that gave me the most surprise.
Like looking in a ***** mirror,
The imperfections were growing clearer,
This me that isn't me.
From the void beyond the lamp
Came more of me.
Me with scars.
Me with blue eyes.
Me with long hair.
Me, a female.
Me, a radical.
Me with apathy.
Me with confidence.
Me, missing limbs.
Me, defeated.
Me, triumphant.
Me, me, me.
All of me here at the same time,
Separated by choices we made
Or choices made for us.
We all looked into our familiar stares
Awaiting answers that never came.
An endless sea of me
With so many possibilities,
But we all go separate ways.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
There is no way out there is no second chance
There is no innocent child ready to dance
There is a fight there is a death
There is a girl ready for her final breath
There is a tear running down a face
There is a walk at an unsteady pace
There is a sadness that causes uncontrollable madness
There is a day that they call the end
There is a foe once a friend
There is a story That ends in indescribable glory
There is a chapter they say is the start
There is a boy who gave his heart
There is a stranger killed for the cause
There is a queen showing her flaws
There is a knight fleeing in cowardice
There is a king finally powerless
There is a princess who saved herself
There is a bottle fallen from a shelf
There is a choice remembered for a lifetime
There is a friend at the end of there line
There is a pauper climbing the ladder
There is a servant turning madder
There is a dragon wanting a life
There is a baker without a wife
There is a witch who did not burn
There is an executioner who was given there turn
There is a hero for once defeated
There is a villain who never cheated
There is a sidekick learning at last
There is a spell that was unexpectedly cast
There is a loss never to be forgotten
There is a final meal left to rotten
There is a nemesis left misunderstood
There is a toddler robbed of its childhood
There is a parent hated for mistakes
There is a family that’s hole still aches
There is a feud based on a gamble
There is a scratch caused by a bramble
There is a legend based on their existence
There is a village that showed there persistence
There is a country fighting for what’s right
There is a day that didn’t end in night
There is a lesson that should be remembered
There is a love that cannot be measured
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
If there are other
Dimensions that means we are
Together somewhere
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
Sky, overcast, mute,
Crows left school,teach other birds,
Hasty alternate
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
I know that there was once a time
I wrote a poem about us
I talked of alternate realities
And in you it rose a fuss
In it I spoke about our lives
Multiple and each one different
Some were happy some sad
Our story always recurrent
In the end I spoke of us
I had come to a resolve
In our story of talks and shows
Soon the times would dissolve
But as our time together has passed
Our story has evolved
Something inside me started to change
In my story you became more involved
Now in this story of talks and shows
The original plot is new
What once was an untimely end
Now begins and ends with you
So if you’ll let me I’ll write you in
In as many places as I can
I can’t lose you now you’re part of me
Our life together just began
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
She steps in time with him,
While he steps out of time to all that there is.
Softly, silently, they dance,
With silver moonlight striking down
And black leaves falling.
They dance in a garden,
Of sorts, always of sorts.
The trees there black and bent,
Angled like broken flower stems strewn through time.
The only green there is,
Along murky waters that show no futures,
Of places that should have been
And a universe that never ends.
There is no wind, yet…
Leaves flutter,
No, they whirl!
In still air they whirl in the undercurrent of thought,
Perhaps, just perhaps,
This time of dancing doesn’t have to end.
The couple twirl,
One in time and one out.
Never quite in sync,
But always in unison.
The man steps out of time with the garden,
To a place and time where
Clear pond waters swirl with blue light
Just beneath the surface.
With her hand still in his,
But her face gone from sight,
He snags a red fruit from an unbent tree
And lets green leaves catch in his hair.
A twirl and a breath,
Held long and deep,
Brings him back into her arms
And to the garden with footsteps marked with rust
And to night skies with no starlight.
The apple’s skin breaks beneath their teeth,
And seeps into the spaces between their thoughts.
The same thoughts that summon this garden
That blooms green beneath their feet.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Scientists made a discovery fundamentalists don't consider great
The universe expands and contracts at the exact same rate
So we live the exact same fate
In an infinite state
The white light at your death and birth
Are one and the same
So with the rhythmic rotations of Earth
We play a counterclockwise game
Of repeating in vain
This wondrous maze
The theologians needed a recovery
From this revelatory discovery
So they formulated an alternate reading
To the biblical teachings
To continue preaching
And lost soul reaching
They say Jesus is the equality of man
And God is the impact of love on this land
Satan is the other side of love's demand
Guiding hatred's hand
So to hear God
Is love's nod
And ****
To bond
While to properly follow Jesus
Is to forgive those who beat us
For they'll be a fetus
Once the future leaves us
Heaven is the state of being in love
So when your soul floats above
You'll return to the one
Who fills you with fun
But you must live righteously
Rather than divisively
To plant the seed
Of immortal glee
Babies go to purgatory
Being murdered for the
Infinite story
Unfortunately
David is aggression
Judas is regression
Hell is the oppression
Of living in depression
With no one for confession
Private problems become obsessions
Forever learning painful lessons
The apple of knowledge
Is the invention of college
For the intellectual solace
We're insignificant mollusks
The theologians surmise
Our demise
Will be from our loss of faith
Which will bring a dark weight
To those with unclean fates
Filled with hate
Repeating slates
The theologians plead
To join their pious breed
To avoid endless punctures
And gain godlike structure
For living an examined life
In the land of strife
They can plan the fight
To get you through nights
They say the Bible uses fiction
To convey truth
To cure our addiction
Of being uncouth
And the deformed
Should be warned
That those unmoved
Will live in a tomb
Of eternal doom
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
in another life
i wear clay beneath my fingernails
and linen pants around my hips
fastened with a braided leather belt
rescued from my mother’s closet
one she wore in the eighties
when she met my father on the seaside of france
i carry flowers from the corner
down a gum-stained sidewalk
past the park i fell asleep in during one
slow sunday afternoon
there are cherry red stains on my pillow
some from my lips, some not
i’ve never been in love
but i’ve never felt alone
my nose is slender
and my collarbones flaunt themselves
beneath tanned skin
i am someone who drinks ***** and
orange juice while watering my plants
a longhaired cat licks its paws
in the windowsill
as i lie naked in the sunlight
reading tolstoy and kerouac
and obscure poetry introduced
by the neighbor in 4F
none of it matters
i am just like a cloud
like a creaking step
i share myself only through
spearmint breath and coffee dates
here are my sweaty palms
here are my uneven bangs
you will never know me
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
I catch myself daydreaming,
about myself but living
In another world
or an alternative universe
I think of all the possibilities
That you and me could be
Of all the scenarios
Where our paths would come close
I think of what if I was a San Francisco native?
Or what if I had build my life in Paris?
When would we meet?
When would you fit?
Because if I'm resurrected
If I come back from the dead
I would want you, guaranteed
Ain't that some greed?
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC