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Jim Feb 2019
Vertical lines met horizontal ones
They were different, it was sad
Until they mixed with one another..
Together they were plaid.
Marianna Feb 2019
I want to fall in love in an art museum,
and gaze at paintings,
and see myself through them;

                 dancing between the lines

       singing among the colours
Yuki Feb 2019
Ever since you left
I’ve been wondering
what it’d be like if we
were just parallel lines
never destined to meet
instead of two rusted cars
with broken brakes at a
crossroad without signage.
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 54

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

On the noble path constantly have many hurdle,
As currently modern world and state borders
Drawn the distinct lines equally. Every possible;
Obstacle they have knowingly placed in your direct path.

No more concern what you merely witness,
And wisely observe in your direct path.
Just defy every practical hurdle, Through;
Your active core and peacefully walk on your own path!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Peter Dempster Jan 2019
We began to write
The thoughts that crossed
The line that we had written in the sand
The boundary they sold us on these lands.

And we’ve become the old age rising
Understanding word beyond the spoken
What can compare to the things we see?
It feels like the simplest summer breeze.

Some shot bolt found our heart the target

No point to stem the steed now bolted

The inky reed quivers in every hand

I've come across these beautiful lines

That you have loved

into this sand.
Expressing how writing together has helped us discover new and better places. It applies particularly to conflict zones, both physical and perceived. It is valuable to find the real reason for a fence,  wall, or entrenched belief by encouraging written expressions of the hearts involved. Once ignited in us, the power of words take over.
Anna Jan 2019
It starts small.
A thought.

Then it grows.
It turns into actions.
Malice.
Not to others but to yourself.

The lines start small,
Almost to faint to notice.

Then , they grow.
They begin to deepen,
In hopes of drowning out the pain.
The pain of everyday life.

They hurt,
But not as much as your heart does.

It starts small,
As a thought.
But as it grows,
As it struggles to keep up with your flooding emotions.
It begins to strangle you.
The thoughts begin to hurt.
They scream;
Hear us
Hear us
, but what if We don’t want to hear them.

The thoughts that start those lines.
The thoughts that starve us.
The thoughts that deprive us of living a fufilled life.

Hear us.
See us.
They scream.
For anyone feeling the same way I am here
Robert Jan 2019
like parallel lines
                  
                                        we'll never meet
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