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Valerie Jul 2011
I tip them upside down
I throw them on the ground
It's the only way I can look at them clearly.

When they're right in my face
Everything seems out of place
And I can't seem to understand them sincerely.

When they fall apart
It damages my heart
And I have to put them all back together.

To read them right
They have to be in plain sight
So I can interpret the future weather.

What I'm talking about
Brings upon some doubt
That's hiding in the back of my mind.

But when I lay them straight
I can predict my fate
And the truth I will know, and can find.

Many things are applicable
And possibly despicable
To what I'm trying so hard to explain.

But really what it is--
The answer to this quiz
Is that my emotions are difficult to preordain.

So I'll look at the sky
And release them to fly
Because that is the best thing I can do.

Let them go free
And just let it all be
Then they will be easier to construe.
SSK<3  AKA: Valerie Garcia
Mansi tyagi Jun 2018
Me and you in this populace,
Traced as a coincidence in the preordain.

Everyone who i come across,
Is a beautiful coincidence in this city.

Just few have been an awe-inspiring ones!
For this to happen was encarved in the destiny.

Walking down the promenade,
Where coincidence met KISMET.

In a tapestry of shimmering shades,
A déjà vu that looks more like souvenir.

Though a synergy unknowingly they share,
Still whispering,Is this coincidence a dust or mist about which hardly people care.
Austin Mosher Aug 2013
Can you hear the
Cast bronze fireplace's
Flames melting iron snowmen?

Can you see the obelisk
Sitting in it's vacant lot?

The stone cold singe-marks
Sear varicose veins
Of wooden lamp posts.

Whiskey filled sippy cups
Preordain the raven's tears:
                               (Bullets)
I hear Nerudan love poems
Broadcasted through blue PA speakers
To no one
(But me)

Songs resonate through hollow walls:
                      Songs read from empty
                      Sheet music
                      From the fall of
                      1964.
TheExpat Jun 2018
Some say that pure luck can explain
Every success or accident.
Random kinks in the road remain
Each obstacle masks its intent.
Narrow pathway to preordain
Deity’s jest to represent.
It just makes no sense to complain
Providence guides life yet unspent.
In small steps across life’s terrain
The way to be truly content
Yield to serendipity’s reign
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I ask you to burn me because it’s hard to dream,
Now that you’ve departed and gone to heavens door,
My heart is full of anguish and my throat full of screams,
It’s an easy option to die for the reality is hard to ignore.

I ask you to burn me because it’s hard to breathe,
My lungs have collapsed, my soul snapped under the strain,
Breaking under the raging tears my blood starts to seethe,
A torturous amount of pain deep within that you never could preordain.
written in 2009
David Hasselblad Aug 2019
Train Station in Autumn

A score of transports have passed,
Waiting for signs,
Held to a pains ticket gauging how long it would last,
My feet sprouting vines,

Words left unsaid,
Halted from fear and guilt,
Quivering whenever I coincide them as...
Because admitting it, is my pains hilt,

My sword as strong as my angle,
As strong as my instinct and steel,
Held pain, only creates a tangle,
Letting go, my Achilles heel,

Blood of future and past,
I wish I did more,
I didn’t know, it wouldn’t last,
Sitting at the train stations gift store,

I stay and hope and pray,
Waiting for a sign,
For a sign to move or stay,
The plan faulty in design,

To realize their train will never come by these tracks,
I still have my tickets to tomorrow,
My baggage bundled in tearing burlap sacks,
Move on from the sorrow,

I hear that train coming,
Destined for a new day,
Finally can start walking instead of running,
Maybe acceptance will make it decay,

The feeling will never be gone,
A void, where something should be,
Maybe the train will open a new dawn,
Time healed until another passing was to be,

From a reflection never born,
To someone who always checked in,
I got to pick the first bit of clothing she’d adorn,
Strength, kindness, willpower and empathy goes to my dear kin,

You vent, one listens,
Yet the folks at the train stop everyone has an ear,
A whistle blow, I hear the pistons,
Approaching the tomorrow train in anxiety and fear,

Believe, they are with me,
Holding faith in their belief in this untrained seer,
Stepping onto train, I and we,
Building anxiety as I listen to the train shift a gear,

Steel and steam pulling and coming to life,
My breath clutches, frozen,
Memories of a concerned grandfathers long run strife,
A child never to be where I put my throes in,

The compassionate, fiery soldier who was a sister who loved to discover,
Watching a familiar type of person still waiting with baggage in stow,
A familiar thought arising as they wait on another,
“Why. Did you have to go?”

For one I wish I had more time,
Another I wished I could’ve learned more, to see,
The loss felt for my child is prime,
So badly I wanted to trade, for instead it to be me,

I let learned principle restrain me from my mothers father,
My child I could’ve given full support and emotionally stay,
My dear kin told me not to bother,
... she promised. She’d be okay,

The train begins to move,
Breathing new air,
For myself and nothing to prove,
Keeping faith they will always be there,

The sky looks bright and blue,
Sleep was always restless and never tired,
This might be a good chance to grab a wink or two,
Finally sitting after all this turbulence I’ve mired,

I’ll still flinch at any of their names,
Time, faith and understanding,
We can’t always predict what the stars preordain,
We just hope we learn enough to cushion our landing,

With a legacy he lived long, learned, and had a life of progress,
Then our immortal fire who fought, Cared, tried,
So much to process,
I was never spiritually, but I cried,

To heaven, to hell,
Support goes a long way,
I feel I was ****** but that day I fell,
At that specific time, there was no price, I wasn’t willing to pay

The many night I so deeply cried,
Feeling as if karma has been taking her price,
“Manning up”, neglected emotions I set aside,
Nightmares, them alive only to awaken and be taken twice,

My ticket gone I feel insecure,
Clouds forming a bird with lightning in its wings,
New visions and sights to procure,
With all of the secrets that it brings,

Those passed loved me,
As I will, forever them,
From my emotions I can not longer flee,
Growing path and progress’ rooted stem,

The tracks lead me to my next stop on trip,
To learn and heal,
Listening, growing, trying to prevent others from a slip,
My lost can always be a passenger I’ll always feel,
However, I think it’s time.
For me to behind the wheel.
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Does your writing lack power,
is it merely verbose,
as you labor line to line

Is the message red meat
or a vegan’s delight,
its essence so defined

Each word as an arrow
that strikes for the heart,
its tip to preordain

The strength of the meaning
abandoning all
—when destined to explain

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

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