"coincidently" poems
What is 1 to 1.5
currency to relativity
urgency brings negativity
It's not about new tools
it withers your tools bring productivity
The way you slap that old guitar, the way you drive that beat up car
How fast does it run? How long does it last? How fast does it charge?
New can only take you so far
Let that distance your reach be derived from a skill, not from how rich or famous your are.
I often walk, even though I own a car...I prefer feeling the wind, the open-air, it makes me feel like I'm apart of something
The emotions I feel are driven from an organic substance, the dirt that I see the wind that I feel..these constant conflicts between what is man-made and what was here.
The stare of a deer, the tree was its friend, it's now been destroyed to make a path of cement.
That path of cement created a state of solidarity, urban prosperity, violence numbified by media regularities.
Civilizations become the norm, even though we all barely speak to each other physically
Digital formats become our literal floor mats, every result you leave results in a digital footprint, cataloged for the marketing lab rats
Too complex to understand like a physical labyrinth, Let me elaborate
So let me ask you ?! What is 1 to 1.5
Can you live without your social media vices, multimedia devices, tell me the definition of what "like" is
Currency, urgency, thumbs up if you feel like every part of your life is an emergency, if so then share it,
so the world can see
Then watch your conversations about fashion turn into a targeted ad about a jacket that is burgundy
Invasion of privacy? Not if your privacy is for the world to see.
Coincidently that jacket is on sale, so if you buy it this theory will not fail, and if you don't the media will still prevail, it's presence is an entire quarter, meaning it's heads or tails.
That's urgency hiding behind a veil.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
got poetry to show to my friends but im thinking of deleting my twitter
my thoughts aren't as cool as I wish they could be, so bookmark my HP page for the updates
the summer is chillin and im going places my mom doesn't want me to go to
just because a place brings back bad memories doesn't mean I shouldn't be there
Im past all of the stupidness and accepted my foolishness, no need for the reminders my ego is drowning
my link on my insta no need for tweeting my emotions my tumblr is boring but so are your hobbies
im writing for some dollars for more pencils, im running out of them
i got some money but thats for anything that comes coincidently coincidence
no need for some pens because I cant erase mistakes with them
nhom site under construction so give us a few weekends our weeks are productive we hustle until we get it **** what you're doing
there isn't any way but the need way so excuse your missing bikes, we're 16 and we're foolin
we order pizza and write down ideas no time for galleria
we ride for adventure on two weels
interacting for promo no need for hiding behind some screens
my life is a run on but thats how it should be no time for breaks, sleep is an option lead is necessary
rooftops capture sentences paintings illustrate our visions
if you dont contact me then why should I
I should be humble but my account has 4 zeros, my mom dont trust me with it so I dont know the pasword
That child support is piling up, I dont really care
got miles on miles on miles on miles on miles ridden on my bike but I haven't gone anywhere but the city
Im aiming for the carpet so when we go back to school I'm bringing my summer
Got numbers as options but there's no reason to hit them up, got a good one I'm grateful
I'm riding fast my way don't slow me down, is this a comeup? I don't know I'm just going along
Come up from suburbs, I want to live high until my view is the moutains
Im from Dallas but that don't mean nothing, no city defining where I'm going because I was on the 26th floor when I was at my lowest and I wasn't even on coke
these days my grind is so lowkey, im sleep deprived
my paint never dries, my brushes are always getting washed but these projects aren't for the public
I only have a few questions, is love really real? should I sleep more?
i dont know but Monarch dr is gonna be in a book one day
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
creative destruction
too beautiful to fault until ashes
(and even then all I want is a different ending or none at all).
silent sunrise that you can’t hear but you can feeeEEEEL
elsewhere.
the hum of existence and how you always danced around it
and coincidently it never lined up for me.
self is such a strange concept that sometimes I forget
and other times it consumes and I am sorry so sorry.
what are you if you aren’t always discovering?
what is she when there is a cost?
what would she have been if rewind and stand outside to see truth
it’s like looking through a kaleidoscope
what is the magnitude?
axiom
this is called spring
and I’m through wasting it.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
not many people know what it feels like to cut themselves open in slow motion and feel the blood drops change from raindrops to tidal waves before their very eyes,
that were coincidently dripping too.
similar to the way it felt when my feelings for you started to pour through and all i could do was try to hold them all back and stitch up the cracks before i'd lost too much and fallen too hard, landing in a puddle of red that could very well have been what was left of my broken heart.
↠mndi➣
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
They tell me it isn't love.
That it's not right
that I fall for someone I've never seen before.
Well I have.
And you just can't
"un-fall" in love with someone.
I guess it's the way you smile
And shine, cause baby,
You are like a star
In a New York City sky,
The only one up there,
All by your lonesome,
Standing strong,
Shining bright
In the dark midnight.
Or maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes,
That shimmer like the sun
On miami waves.
Or maybe even the way you tell me those stories of yours,
Leaving me wanting to know more,
But of course I'm too shy to ask.
I'm not sure what exactly it is,
But I'm attracted
(The way north pole of a magnet is attracted to a south pole of magnet haha oops science puns)
To everything about you.
You tell me you want to be a rockstar.
Well you already are to me.
You tell me all your "flaws"
I tell you that's what makes you
perfect to me.
So I just wanted to tell you,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, dear,
And
**-pulls over some mistletoe-
Oh! Look! Seems like we are "coincidently" under some mistletoe!
-grabs you and kisses you-**
I love you more ;)
With lots of love,
Your bizarre, clingy, and random creep,
Li ;)
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
If I was in control
If the remote was in my grasp
I will aim it
The Channel
I would change it
Change it to back in the days
When we were on the same page
You'll be programmed
To no man
Except me
...
Coincidently
As I am reminded
I would rewind
I would use my heart as my guide
Re-run when we had the best times
Record it
Fall back in love by the adornment
Recollect the enjoyment
But most important, I would record over the reasons for exploring
I would delete everything that was annoying
I would mute all of the distracting noises
And I would have never pressed input
Therefore I couldn't have played games with you
I would have turned it to channel 5683
And pressed enter
Just like Lifetime
It's love
Then I would have stopped it there
And stared in your face
Clasp my hands together
Say my grace
Press play
Do the right things
Turn on the captions
And watch what I say
Fast forward to today
Now the scenes are; our stomachs aching from laughter
We act like nothing ever happened
So we can live happily ever after
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
I've never been in love
though I write of it a lot
I haven't gotten a special someone sent from above
and if I'd ever gotten feelings, I wouldn't take a shot
because I'm not the person I write about being
but it is the person I hope to be
writing is my way of fleeing
my sad and lonely reality
I write about catching feelings
but it's only happened just one time
though it wasn't too appealing
it could've been because I'm still in my prime,
although I don't think I really liked him even from the start
he wasn't like the dream boys I'd write about
and when I lost those feelings it didn't break my heart
he had seemed like something I could simply live without
I've never had a boyfriend
even if my poems tell you differently
I'm not sure who I'll spend my days with till the end
and the people I write of are those I wish I had, coincidently
though I don't wish to have one
at least not now, I think I'm far too young
and most girls I know already have it said and done
but I wouldn't want a relationship so soon sprung
I've never hugged a boy
at least not in a romantic kind of way
I've never met one that made me feel that type of joy
but I'm not caught up in that kind of cliche
I have time to wait for one who's sweet
I'm not in too much of a rush
sometimes I do wish to be swept off my feet
but so far, none have really made me fall, but only blush
so no I haven't been in love
though I write of it a lot
because its something one can dream of
and yes, I wish I've known what that feels like, but no, I have not
© L.F.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
You said
It might be better
For us to be strangers again
Strangers who have no idea about each other
Who do not know anything about
Our favourite food (so I should start forgetting that you do not eat tomatoes, pineapples and olives; and that I should be willing to eat them all for you because coincidently, they were my favourite)
Or the way we want our eggs cooked
(crunchy on the side. soft yolk - mine, well done)
Or our dreams, failures, fears and inhibitions.
But remember,
We were once strangers
That one September day (it was the seventh, I believe)
I first got a glimpse
Of that little girl
That would change my life for eternity
And when I see you again
I will make you remember
This stranger
That loved you and known you more than
any stranger could do.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
All education and habit
instigation occurs in time used
coincidently with life's constant,
kudzu will to make life livable in senses
only one fully functional can make, ah,
and we know mankind can become broken,
fail to function for any good use imaginable,
while using carnal mind made excuses to steal,
take away the ra' effort of the tamer of horses,
rob the seed stored for the sure and certain
cold to come, watch the birds flying south,
wonder where the wild goose leads, indeed,
come, and see, let this mind be in you, linked
to all a mortal has time to think twice, once
in slack jaw awe, as we appear in thought, once
aha, we may imagine, all alike, first knowing, yes,
that works, that has utility to me, see, I know,
how to catch a rabbit, and take it's life, for me,
and my baby who shall soon see winter, first,
and play for a minute in cold, cold snow,
not giving any thought to the bunny fur.
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 1:12 PM UTC
I would like to go back a thousand years ago,
just to sleep.
For I'm drenched in thoughtlessness.
I ache for some relieve.
And I'm trying, solely not to burn up.
and I do not mean to over dramatize, but I'm lost.
Which I guess is usual for being 20.
Only 20, as I eat myself up in tv shows and confusion.
And I watch the world get married and have babies, but I don't want that,
No I don't need that.
Nor do I really want that.
As profs talk as if I care, about their useless pieces of info they throw at me, except the one about dinos. I like that.
But anyways I sit and here they look at me as if I really give a ****
I want a job. Don't they understand.
And I parked in the wrong spot today,
and the critique went bad and I overpaid on an earl grey latte and wasted my day watching friends all day.
But we all have those bad days.
And I'm trying trying trying so hard not to think bad thoughts.
But the weather is rainy, and I'm still tired. This ever longing tiredness. But I drew today. I drew my sorrows away, and no matter what those stingy profs say, I can draw. I draw to keep myself together.
I draw so I don't think the bad thoughts, to keep my jealous thoughts back at bay. So I quit making a fool of myself, the only think I know how to do is draw.
And I have a wide open summer, of no plans, or prospering, or any real progress.
Isn't that sad?
To dread your own summer.
Maybe after having summer so many times, it loses it's freedom quality. It becomes just another season to endure.
And that's sad. It's sad when you can't look forward to summer.
Cause summer was once a fantasy.
A sense of adventure accompanied summer.
And I look at summer now with a dread and inability to really be ready or excited for it.
That's really sad.
And I'm not writing to make you sad, but I'm writing out of my inability to understand this sadness.
I'm trying to hold on to something...
Maybe this sadness will pass into something I can hold onto.
And coincidently were talking about the blues...in class.
Not really helping my melancholy frankly.
I think teachers are so wrapped up in their own cynical life they like to spread it onto others.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Going to her house because you had a play date with her brother but you know why you’re really there
“Coincidently” bumping into her at Coney Island after feeling compelled to go down there when you saw her Snapchat story
Making group plans but only really inviting her and saying everyone cancelled
Snuggled up with her on the couch thinking back to the memories you shared
You were in love-no you are in love, there was no doubt she was worth the wait
She gave you unconditional love and support so you gave her a ring
Fair trade?
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
This is a great time to be alive.
It coincidently is also the only time that exists.
Right now. Yes, this time - Now.
It's great.
Possibly even greater than Great.
What's greater than Great though?
The time that never passes and is always present.
Well, duh.
As is the fact that the entire universe even exists.
How weird is that?
Where did the universe even come from?
Why is there a universe?
Are there other universes?
Great questions take great time for great answers.
The time that never passes and is always present -
What a great time to be in,
To be alive within -
It may not be an answer to anything,
But within that space, there's no need for questions anyhow.
The beauty is too overwhelming to think.
That's why I pray,
and say as I may -
This is a great time to be alive.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
We exist in this space and time, but yet I don't know if we are supposed to go through other spaces and times coincidently.
…
Funny also how we've been in the exact same places but at different times.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
I am beautiful
My skin is clear and pale
With a rosy ting on
My cheeks, my lips
Are full and pink and
My eyes are mesmerizing
My hair is a mass
Of soft bobbing curls
My body curved and
A slight prominence
Of my cheekbones
Accents my face.
And I feel guilty
For feeling whole
As my body approaches
The image in my head
Which is
Coincidently, closer
To social norms
Than I will ever be.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Really all this time we drove and you felt the music in you as I did and as you danced, your fingers got knotted in my hair. then inside of me.
at night I held your arm and locked it round my back over my chest - a lock to a cage that I long ago had lost the key to. you had kissed me all night long and you were so coincidently unvisible under the dimmed lights, that you were there. you would pull the hair away from my ear and lean over me warmly; then back into my ear you would regurgitate everything I had fuelled you with until I fell back asleep.
thats why it worked for so long because I lived in two people, as false and as ****** as another. and thats why you're never in because you are sick with lies I diagnosed you in. when you look its always at me. when we pass its felt the same. - thats what the poison tastes of.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
I still wonder
What will happen to you?
If coincidently
Our eyes
Intertwine
May be
A journey begins
With moment of stillness
Echoes of silence
Cling of hope
Peaceful souls
Forever waiting
Or, may be not
I'm unsure
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC