#coincidences
I miss your voice
and that stupid laugh
So many coincidences
so many signs
I wish you were here
with your lips against mine
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:47 AM UTC
What a lovely coincidence
That this rooms has such a nice echo
What a lovely coincidence
We both learned how to let go
What a lovely coincidence
we're in the same town at the same time
even though I never left
and you said you would never come home
What a lovely coincidence
we both found someone new in this hazardous biodome
untouched by such a large rift
aren't we the size of dime?
What a lovely coincidence
That you no longer remember me
What a lovely coincidence
That I'm only 17
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 4:08 PM UTC
I think I understand hookups and one-night stands now.
The key to moving on is to replace all that stood before
until there stands nothing that may cause you to unravel.
Moment by moment,
conversation by conversation,
I replace the replays,
I can't bear the thought
of another touching me, like I'm not yours.
I got another ring today, all big and loose.
It's funny how I picked this one,
it keeps slipping off my fingers like you did.
It's been two months since I last wore your ring.
I don't see a difference between them,
it feels the same on my thumb.
and that should be the end of it,
but oh well, I guess it isn't.
I walked to the grocery store, paused at an aisle,
took my time frowning over chocolate bars.
You used to get me Munch, and so I picked the Mars bar.
I don't skip meals now, (well, most days I don't)
and in place of our routine conversations,
I play a random show.
I drown noise with noise.
My days are decent.
I'm surrounded by mindless jibber jabber.
I participate.
I paste a bright smile.
“You look well now,” they say,
“Well, I am” I reply.
And I am fine. (I think I am?)
9/10 times I am.
Then in a random mundane moment,
memories of you resurface like a ring light and
in that single moment,
I let myself crumble.
“I don't want him back.
He's changed now.
So have you and so what?
If it's meant to be, it'll be.
He's the love of my life.
Well don't let him in,
when (not if) he comes back.
Do it from love, not for it.
You deserve happiness.
Both of you do.
You want love.
You are love.
The ocean doesn't look for its water,
Why will you look for what you have?
It is what it is.
and this too shall pass.”
So on and so forth my inner monologue goes on,
and I stare at my phone wondering if I can conjure you from my thoughts.
I am kinder now.
With myself, and everyone around.
I wish I were kinder to you, but I was just a child.
I know you're proud,
and I am of you too.
Do you think I can sculpt my favourite version of you?
Wait, no.
I already did that,
I loved all of you
and then everything fell apart.
My thoughts swirl and I let them play.
Incantations in my head
Obligatory 3 am, weary sighs, contempt and rage.
Oh, so much rage.
Where is the calming lull of sleep, when you need it to sedate your despair?
Resignation sets in, I play a familiar game.
I ask the universe and unbiasedly it delivers the same day.
"Universe, give me a sign, I'm really done this time.
Yellow flowers if he's coming back,
Dandelions if he's not.
Universe let me move on. This is the last time, "
In my version of He loves me, he loves me not
I break flowers, not petals.
I look for answers in colours and not action,
And then I saw a dozen Dandelions.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 4:40 PM UTC
A wonderful set of coincidences occur one after the other,
Allowing a once in a lifetime chance to cross paths
But no matter how much they deserve to meet
These two must never do so.
These individuals litter bus stops and late night trains,
They aggregate during the rain
And disperse as the crosswalk signals to cross,
They find solace in solitude,
And comfort in crowds,
And would most likely tell their life story to a stranger,
But find it difficult to confide in a friend.
They catch glimpses of others through windows as they pass by
And, when found, are always focused on something else,
They trip on escalators when rushing for the next train,
They chase buses but give up half way through,
They lament a lost umbrella,
But rarely mourn the lost opportunity
Whisked away by a bus just leaving the terminal,
Or captured perfectly, like a portrait, in storefront windows.
They read books in transit and rarely look up,
They stare longingly in space, often focusing on another person’s face without knowing,
They eagerly await text messages
And check emails frequently.
All of these people are waiting,
And in fact,
Are waiting together,
Collectively, for someone else.
Although the circumstances that had brought them all together
Were nothing short of extraordinary,
It is just a normal day.
A quick glance around confirms it,
And away they go,
On night trains that someone else had just missed by a minute.
In this sense,
Cruelty seems unusually fair,
And thus why they must never meet.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Every day it gets harder and harder to smile and to pretend.
You end up fighting yourself,
a pointless battle really, as you neither lose nor win.
But those nagging thoughts and tiny voices keep piecing together a tapestry of coincidence.
And soon its all too real to simply ignore it.
Now its true, a fact, a real thing.
And you either confront it or be confronted by it, because little by little and too slow to notice you'll eventually drive yourself insane.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
The spirit of time
lies upon your cheeks
Here we are
with the sweet search for a remedy
While the lights get dimmed
It is getting so dark here
Cutting of all information
that is there to seek
because time is born in the moment
that you follow the hint
Senses whistle like the wind
After the rain has fallen
I can hear them calling
Night owls eyes sense changing skies
He is coming
you are ready within
to cry, fly alive and humanize
You got to be ready every day to begin
when the call goes out for you
There is nothing left to think
Watching you, waiting for you to get through and deal with the zone that is all opened up to you right in front of your own two feet
If you can see.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
it's funny how you preach, scream, riot about keeping the peace, but when it's your turn to keep the peace, you keep a grudge instead.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
I didn't realize it that day, but maybe you did.
Maybe you saw it before I did, or maybe
you were lying through your teeth.
"Fake it 'til you make it," they say.
You'd always been good at that.
Or maybe you just knew. Saw the look in my eyes,
recognized all the signs before I even
knew they were there.
I said I wasn't sure, but you didn't believe me.
Didn't take no for an answer,
but that had never been your strong suit.
"You're different," you said, and bless you for
actually believing that,
because I never have.
"I suppose you could say I'm not like other girls."
But with a beginning like ours, how could we not believe
the other was different?
It happened by chance, maybe a coincidence,
serendipitous timing, I'd always believed
everything happened for a reason.
But that's been us, I guess. A handful of
happy accidents and coincidences, sunsets and city lights,
dreams and adventures--
ambition beyond measure.
It's wild to think I didn't know it then,
but even wilder to think that maybe you did.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
I found it kind of sinful
Kissing you in my Sunday shirt
With our hair array and messy
Lips swollen pink
You were the bad boy I thought
I could never attain
I was the wallflower you thought
You could never talk to
We had met through a series of
Coincidences that didn’t add up
Only answer was that fate wanted it
To happen, no matter what
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
There is no moon tonight
just the cold stars
in the unfeeling sky
yet I cling on to dreams
the gypsy caravan
I stood & gazed at
as a child
in the City museum
is still there
painted, gilded
calling for the carefree road
& in my heart
long before I met you
lived my fascination for your mysterious people
enchanters, fortune-tellers,
some say, child & horse thieves
portrayed thus
in my Mother's Russia
- the wild people of the endless road
the people & whose fiery songs I wanted to follow-
& now, in a far off world, bewitched
by you,
I find out that your dark eyes
are that of a gypsy - Romany
& it's like fate
like D. H Lawrence
' The ****** & the Gypsy'
so why, Northener, do you not love me
like your people, I am also a wanderer
a creature of the road
a castaway with no home
than the one my heart happened to find
if you or fate somehow cast this love spell
upon me
if this was meant to be, you should love me, Gypsy
only that would make sense
take me away
let us go a-wandering
across the land, moors & hills
beautiful boy, sweet poet
do you know I once tread the winter's
frost all the night's way to town
for you, hoping to seal
my love's fate
the dark sky
above me
doesn't know how to lament
lost love
the summer of it's heart
has passed,
drunk long away
in quiet pubs
there is only this poem
poorly written -
my heart bleeding
on my sleeve
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
It came as a discovery, really
I've only started to realize
That coincidences, though they exist
Are not common occurrences
Everything that led up to now
Happened for a reason
As much as I'd like to
Dismiss it as a coincidence
I can't bring myself to
Each day is full of surprises
And that's what excites me the most
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
My life has shrunk
to fit the skin
of this small town
to live inside
the microcosm
of it's streets
to tell it's sad tales
of love & loss
& bygone travels
to walk the ways
I've known
since childhood
even the guest
that came last night
is from the street
I lived on
when I went
to college
& who was
also labelled 'mad'
here by the docs
this is a town
like any town
that locks it's dreamers up
& spits them out
to live branded
& afraid of their own shadows
a town
I want to leave
a town that once I loved
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
I believed in
mere coincidences
unplanned happenings that
coincided with my decisions
and every move that I made
I believed
it was coincidence
when you happened to
stand in front of me
at that cozy café
no one really knew about
I believed
it was coincidence
when you snatched
the last slice
of apple pie
and I made you pay
I used to believe
our relationship were made of
coincidences
the causes of our laughter
and our tears
and our common interests
they were all coincidences, too
Destiny
used to be
a word so overused
and cliché
that made me scoff
and cringe
whenever my ears
catch the syllables
But I am now convinced
that even when
I try to travel back
to the past
where we haven't existed
yet
and try to
alter our world
I am and will still be
destined
fated
to give you
the last slice
of apple pie
and my whole heart.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC