"coincidences" poems
The nature around us
Provokes to think!
The geometry of nature
Creates coincidences and intersections!
Coincidences of creation- destruction and re-construction!
Intersection reveals the connectivity,
Connectivity between deconstruction and reconstruction!
Geometry portray the commonness and uniqueness,
Commonness and uniqueness between
‘image and number’ and ‘shape and number’!
It leads all relation to number relation!
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
The story I've been telling is becoming less close to the chest.
Curious nature is that of a private man openly speaking tragedy.
Delivered with an uncomfortable smirk, because humility is foreign.
At this time, respectively.
It began with short sentences. Small worked because it was never enough to give insight into
the whole picture. Of course there was source material. Coincidences occasionally, but my sources were
always kept hidden. My skeletons, some would say.
Then the sentences became longer, if not, the paragraphs would.
Every now and then a hand cramp would delay the process, but
the mind kept going. What else did it have to do, but think?
But back to misplacing a humble way.
As soon as you state that you are,
you have become a contradiction,
a liar,
a cheat,
a thief,
the **** of the Earth.
But what do I know?
I'm only trying to be humble.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
I just realized,
I have a painting of
A pineapple
In my room
Made by
Yours truly
I have a pineapple
Hat bought on a whim
At Walmart
Last year
I have a newly bought
Pineapple
Backpack
Because of
The sheer
Randomness
I nearly googled pineapple
I used to watch Sponge Bob
(For those of you who don’t know, he lives in a pineapple)
...
...
...
I don’t even eat pineapples that much
...
...
What’s going on?
...
I think multiple
Sets of coincidences
Became a serious
Thing
..
.
..
But I don’t have a pineapple obsession!
.........
......
...
Do I?
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Sleep is a funny thing,
A place that’s hard to go.
Will she keep me peacefully,
Or smother me in my woes?
Will it be restful,
Or will I wake up in pain?
Tossing and turning through the night,
Lack of sleep driving me insane.
Sometimes she greets me softly,
With dreams sweet as honey,
Other nights she’s cruel,
Nightmares so real I'd give therapists money.
I lie there counting shadows,
Tracing cracks along my wall,
Begging her to claim me,
As the hours slowly crawl.
Sleep-deprived woman,
Navigating life’s maze-
No time to sleep when
There’s coincidences for me to appraise.
Everything has a purpose,
Can’t rest till I have an answer.
A tough relationship with slumber,
But **** she’s my favorite dancer.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
Freedom of choice, can never be
Rather, a designed destiny
With
Accidents, default settings by design
Coincidences, planned occurrences in time
Surroundings, attracted by rhyme
Then what, is the influence of time?
A matrix known, to only a few
The rest a drift, never knew
Only filling gaps, for the few
Like sheep, alive in meadow
On man’s command, they go
Slaughter sheering feeding, they never know
So, do we really want them to row?
Do they want to row?
Do we actually harvest what we sow?
Or is it just, part of the flow?
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 11:57 PM UTC
Psychedelic souls
Connecting together, making a flow
Sharing what we know
Creating an awakened show
Gather round and watch the smiles glow
Talk to people and help them grow
Give them something to believe in
Help them stop the constant grievin
People need a break
This world can be hard to take
Show them how happiness feels
Show them that its deeply real
Access the love and higher vibrations
Teach them creativity and concentration
Be the change you wish to see
We have the same purpose, you and me
This worlds a trip and we should treat it as much
Teach people to heal with a gentle touch
Energy flowing through our bodies and all around
Manifest with imagination, art, and sound
Create what we want to exist in 3D
Connecting with higher dimensions is the key
You have everything you need inside
Don't hurt your brain looking far and wide
The collective consciousness is overflowing inspiration
For the world it's an invitation
To express what you see
Keeping your mind open and free
Heal yourself and your energy
Take some supplements and drink some tea
Create a world we don't have to flee
Decalcify your third eye and join me
Embody the expansiveness you can be
They're not coincidences they're synchronicity
Everything is connected here and beyond
Your own body is the magic wand
A conduit of energy and the divine
Anyone can understand what I'm saying if they open their mind
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
I guess you could call me
a people addict;
I live for the exchanges,
momentary or prolonged,
the satisfaction of smiles substituted for
verbalized salutations;
the how-you-do's and hello's,
the pleasantries of chit chat,
talk of my oh my, I am not ready for this snow
and how was your holiday?;
catching a supposed-to-be-sneaked glance from that tasty
stranger,
allowing your eyes to meet for longer than
you meant to;
a compliment that drips off the lips so sweet,
its nectar invading the taste buds for hours
on end;
individualized or multiplied,
I relish in the conjugated haze,
in the gazes and the giggles,
in the potential formulation of inside jokes,
in a have a good day to a grin I will never see again,
the whirlwind of vowels and consonants,
of coincidences and sarcasm,
of the impressions we may leave of which
we will never be aware;
I crave the mundane,
I get high off the monotony,
I am swallowed by the simplicity;
Yeah,
I guess you could call me a
people addict,
and I'm cool with that.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Everything: pronoun.
a.) every thing of particular of an aggregate or total; all.
This is what I’m told you are
but I’ve never been one for deities.
You hear my thoughts
but command me to speak.
You know my human ways
but still expect to have me all to yourself.
You’re jealous- a “jealous god”
but I’m to believe you’re perfect?
The book says your ways are higher
but the coincidences and rules
that surround your mystery
just don’t add up enough for me.
Enough: adverb
a.) in a quantity or degree that answers a purpose or satisfies a need or desire; sufficiently.
I have a desire to change,
I have a desire to love,
hell, I want a Ferrari!
I don’t have those so are you
really enough if I use the book definition?
But, no, seriously, some people are starving
while others cant stop killing
or lying or stealing or hating.
Are you enough for them too?
Im still waiting,
but we at least have that in common.
They say you are too.
“They” being the activists, the followers, “yours”
and yet you’re still waiting for surrender.
Surrender: verb
a.) to yield to the possession or power of another; deliver up possession of on demand or under duress
You want me ever so much
-or so I’m told.
When I want something
I have to ask or initiate.
Where are you?
Are you planning on ever
speaking to me or asking?
Where is your humility
to simply ask?
Waiting for what you don’t ever request
is more foolish than I ever assumed
a deity of great power and might
could be.
You astound me for sure,
but not in a good way.
I thought the zealous screamed
something about you being the definition
of everything,
but I don’t seem to be able to define you that way at all.
I ask these questions innocently,
yet still I hear no response.
Did you perhaps,
in your infinite wisdom
create the world
and forget to give yourself a voice?
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
tonight i looked up into the night sky...and i saw how lucky i am to be alive.
how is it we can see so much in the dark? i saw myself looking back at me.
too far for my own mind to follow.
i thought of spinning around in circles...of history repeating itself.
i thought of seeds sprouting and people dying.
i thought of my body and it's weakness. i saw my strength and resilience.
i thought of living long after i leave this place.
returning to dust and earth. sinking into the deep and floating off into the nothingness.
i thought of the wondrous nothingness. so enormous with purpose.
too far for my own light to follow.
to venture as far as to fade into future and pass into past.
i saw myself looking back at me.
i saw my eyes weathered with age and wisdom.
i saw my heart playful as ignorance. foolish with curiosity.
i knew that from this moment i would not fear death.
for i saw in the dark that i shall never perish.
i saw my return to the night. my return to the dust.
the beautiful beginning end. i saw it begin so long ago.
i knew all along that i could not fear life.
i saw in the dark that i shall always shine brightly.
i saw the gorgeous truth of the extraordinary coincidences.
i thought of my mother and her strength and care.
i thought of my father's photograph... and the life that he lived in my pocket.
i saw him looking down upon me. shining brightly as i would.
i saw myself turning in circles.
i thought of turning...turning...turning into him.
this is such a beautiful place. such a lovely breath of air.
so enormous with purpose.
each one will venture as far as to fade into future and pass into past.
i thought of the last inhale.
i knew at that moment that time has been kind to me.
i thought of holding my breath.
i dreamt of keeping the last thing this world would give me.
i saw myself shimmer like light on the water. i saw myself leaving and coming back.
i knew that in the briefest of moments i would last for eternity.
i saw myself in everyone else. i saw us all fighting for air.
i thought of us spinning around in circles...of history repeating itself.
tonight i looked up into the night sky...and i saw how lucky we are to be alive.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
Life consists of nothing but
coincidences.
Loud rushes of connections
that seem completely
unconnected.
Beneath all the nonsense,
the non-sensible,
there is order.
A system so tight and meticulous
there is no room for
chaos.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Typically, statistically impossible events
are often called miracles; for instance,
when three classmates meet
by coincidence in a different country decades
after leaving school, may be considered
miraculous. However, a colossal
number of events happen every moment
on earth; thus extremely unlikely coincidences
also happen every moment;
Events that are considered impossible
are therefore not impossible at all —
they are just rare, depending on the number
of individual events;
It was British mathematician &
Cambridge University
Professor John Edensor Littlewood
who suggested that individuals should statistically
expect one-in-a-million events i.e., "miracles"
to happen to them at the rate
of about one per month.
By Littlewood's
definition, seemingly miraculous events
are in actuality commonplace;
The law, framed by Littlewood,
was published
in his 1986 collection, A Mathematician's Miscellany;
seeking among
other things to debunk
one element
of supposed supernatural
phenomenology
& is related to the more general law
of truly large numbers,
which states
that with a sample size as large
as the totality of reality,
any outrageous thing is likely to happen
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Don't tut at the karma thing,
And roll your eyes
Like I did.
There's nothing supernatural about the concept of fate,
But there are lessons to be learned,
And if you dismiss all,
You will become insular, and brittle.
Don't stick two fingers up at what the world can teach you,
With all it's coincidences, comebacks and reveals,
Accept everything that's thrown at you, absorb it, respect it,
Learn, evolve, grow.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
Yessir I have felonies
and melodies both melancholy and miraculous
paragraphiculous and ridiculous
stole some shows and some thunder
thighs like two day old pudding slap 'em and ride the waves
sike
drink up some dishwasher detergent chased with lead paint
not for the faint of heart just the stupid as ffffffffuuuuuu when under the right noises
and boyses and girlies all singing their swirlies
and twirlin' 'round like pinwheels of tin steel
ten feet off of the ground
hillsides like pill boxes full of coins and coincidences
unmeasured instances of grief and shame without a blame
no face to force hate just mirrors to show fate
and the stars in the sky with their winking teasing ways all
fall to the ground
will be dead within days
but they are not forsaken, maybe only spared
to avoid seeing the moment when sunny didn't share
and all went dark like absence of creation
animation of fears all mixed and respun into dope dubstep
to be grinded and mashed
and spat back up into the trees
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Meet me under the Full Moon
It's B.Y.O.S. tonight
Bring your own sacrifice
Little death wishes for prosperity
Moments in illuminated lunacy
Destroying fine art with our minds
The new vibration
Lightning striking my soul twice
I caught the spark in your eye
All week I've felt you crawling up my spine
Exploding from chakra to chakra
Until we're both screaming out
of the communication vortex
Trying to transcend hands at throats
*From
om
to
moans
in unison*
She says she likes it much better this way
It brings a full circle to her "o" face
Now every time I see her face
I see images of war
Post traumatic flashes of
Me and the girl next door
Slow dancing to the beat
Of the disasters she saw in her dreams
Setting each other on fire
Seizures of self-fulfilling prophecies
Manifesting the coincidences of serendipities
Wishes on repeat
skipping the akashic records
The right place the right time at 11:11
Meet me under the full moon tonight
I'll make your aura hurt like heaven
We'll wash our hands clean together
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 11:06 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
Conjure belief where assurance
is easily tempted from doubt.
The physical world acts on
a point to point basis
of action, reaction.
Where the genesis of relativity
as the golden rule
mediates the knowledge
that is perpetuated by irony
through circumstance
and the accidental
incidental coincidences
that bend time.
Symmetry is a natural motion of
consistency, extending from an apex
or midlines, transverses, logarithmic expressions
all from some single origin.
The palms of our hands
are textual markings
of our need for symbolic understanding
in the variances
we create for scientific observation.
Juxtaposed to the stars we created
circular pieces to a wheel in the sky
we hypochondriacs believe
to superimpose as vaccines,
to our inconsistencies we host
as symbiotes
for inverse proportionality.
From the signal, beat, tone,
and definitive sounds
is the pulse of our momentum,
a return to equilibrium.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 2:28 PM UTC
I have this thing that I do...
okay, and I'm going to change it.
I promise... I promise...
I find deep meaning in every coincidence.
I meet beautiful people and laugh with them
and love them instantly.
"We were lovers in a past life."
The past life is always better,
everyone knows that.
I fall in love with unknown eyes.
I lust for new feelings
and get high off of them, too!
Now, I've realized
that I am not meant for this world.
I have been rejected by
these coincidences.
I am not from here, and now I know that.
(Because, if I was, then you would love coincidences, too.)
I am doing this to myself. I know I am.
I love you
and you are gone
and the loneliness is what kills me,
not the reasons why you left.
I can not take
being the person that I am.
I am persistent to achieve complete nirvana of the soul.
But my mind won't let me get there.
I am writing all of this because it needs
to come out and I don't give a ****
what anyone thinks of me.
I never do.
I am putting myself out there. This is me. And **** you.
That's why I always try to **** you off
because you give a **** about these things.
You give a **** about me making an *** of myself
and I do not.
I find meaning in different things. That is why you left.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
I'm wondering if the surface of our passions
is all that we've been scratchin.
We take small bites like rations
and always do it the same old fashion.
But the passion of sweaty spasms
that let us play Eve and Adam
get us by but I've fathomed
that our ******* are also our chasm.
So could that make a ****** cause fallout?
And if you were in need would you call out?
or would you hide it inside you like
the sympathy I have is all out?
I'll be honest: I never saw doubt til it hit like a bus,
but then again all that lust
usually comes with some trust
It's a must.
Somehow it's lackluster from something so wanderlust.
I dunno if confidants correlate to confidences
but the way that we've been feeling
couldn't be just coincidences.
and I'm not defenseless,
I've grown thick skin with thin pretenses.
so I wish you the very best
and I'd never wish any less,
you always got a place in my chest
but this thing is better off put to rest.
so its over, I'm going forward but behind me I won't find regret,
cause I'll still be having good times but the old ones I won't forget.
Listen here. --> https://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/a-parting-of-ways
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Lively silvery torments,
mere golden tingles,
hours never gone off.
I keep watching over you,
poetic genius,
****** genuine,
learned rebel,
sensitive archetype.
Could I forget your voice
and the thousands fascinations of yours?
Utopia, my pirate….
It’s only my foolish desire
a dense kaleidoscope
of languid coincidences,
all vain,… but certainly
mystic consolations.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Everything feels contrived… There are too many coincidences taking place.
Everything feels contrived. It gets boring very quickly, and feels like an imitator.
Everything feels contrived, as if he was following a recipe for success.
Everything feels contrived and designed to sell.
The bigger issue, however, is that everything feels contrived, maudlin and superficial.
Everything feels contrived and extremely forced in order to get people to play the game.
Everything feels contrived and obvious.
It’s difficult generating your own inspiration if you’re not used to doing it. I think kids have it the easiest. They can pick up and start a game of make-believe with the most complicated rules and ideas on the spot. Me? I have to work at it. Nothing feels natural anymore. Everything feels contrived and I end up walking away feeling old, tired and jaded.
Everything feels contrived and the laughs are forced.
Everything feels contrived, hollow even. Is this what happens when you look at emotions from outside the experience?
Everything feels contrived and artificial.
Everything feels contrived and second-guessed, and in the end, you end up with a relationship with your philosophy of what pleases the other person, not with the person themselves. Whereas if you simply speak your mind, you’ll get to know each other for who you are, not who you picture each other to be.
Everything feels contrived. It is only mildly fun.
Everything feels contrived and artificial. If you aren’t in a relationship, a pink and white army emerges to tell you that you **** at every turn.
Everything feels contrived and there is no incentive to finish the story, as you already know what happens.
It's increasingly difficult to care about what happens, given everything feels contrived.
Everything feels contrived and staged.
Everything feels contrived working towards the inevitable.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 1:43 AM UTC
I'm innocent
everything goes opposite
LiFe has no abashment
Problems are objects
Life is aberrant
shoots hard bullets
I'm innocent
Life is full of coincidences
Hope people understand
Life ? People abases
Its a painful wound
No more absolves
I'm innocent
I'm tired of myself
Sick of being the same
I feel like a werewolf
Me , I did defame
Myself is just a calf
I'm innocent
This what life wants
No more tolerate
Live in aborts
Small sins accumulate
Chokes me with ascots
I'm innocent
I don't want this
Live in aversion
It's only my bris
Love must accretion
Or live like the ******* nazis
I'm innocent
I NEED her back
Important in my life circle
keeps me on the track
Every word is a canticle
Wrack hack her lack clack
I'm innocent
She's the one i NEED
My life is She
Sweet, tasty like the aniseed
The most important strophe
Makes it shinny and adorned
I'm innocent
I don't want drugs
I hate to scab
Its not brags
It hurts like a stab
Drugs is crags
Edit by: Melanie on this fourteenth day of September, twenty thirteen
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
how can you dread
surprises
when life itself is a surprise
you can't decide when a baby is born
or when you will breathe your last breath
and you can't pick
exactly
where each snowflake will fall
or when or where or with whom
you will fall in (and out) of love
i guess what i'm trying to say is
don't blame me
for coincidences
and
fate
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
letters are nothing more than symbols
just lucky strokes upon a white background that project
memories, feelings, images, experiences
words, spoken words, are nothing more than just sounds
just skin touching more skin vibrating the air around it to produce
grunts, noises, sighs, screeches, music
colors that we see are nothing more than waves of electromagnetic radiation
just light bouncing off of matter to show
beauty, danger, lightness, darkness
everything in this world
You
Me
are just coincidences
just random bits of probability
infinity to one
the chances anything would happen is basically zero
everything at any point could have went wrong
yet
after half the life of eternity
i met you
i read your symbols
i heard your sounds
i saw your light
the right symbols: infinity to one
the right sounds: omega to one
the right light: aleph-null to one
but everything about you was right
and here we are
clearly an impossibility
with our chances infinitely close to zero
every second approaching zero
reaching its limit
and now here
with our chances lining up
virtually never to be
i saw you
and i fell into you
and in one reality every infinity
you fell for me too
if only i was in one of those
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC