When I asked you to fix me,
You told me I wasn't broken.
But, let this soak in.
I just wanted to know,
If i was still a pretty enough picture to be worth, agonizing over a puzzle.
Even when it's a struggle.
And you have to nuzzle each piece into place,
Kissing the pieces bent out of shape,
Searching for pieces gone missing,
But you can't make a raisin back into a grape.
Yes, I Remember your middle name
And who says we can't celebrate failure?
Don't be sad, we tried, we tried.
When you write your story in the sand it washes away with the tide.
It isn't our fault.
We may have cut ourselves open, But we didn't ask for the salt in our
wounds
Can I still say "we"?
I guess you're kind of done with me.
I don't blame you, Puzzles are frustrating.
they're a tease.
Please, tell me I haven't lost the most important piece.
Tell me I haven't lost
you.
© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
I am not who you think i am, i am not who i think i am, i am not what i think you think i am. I am ... Nothing!
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Why do you have to be such a bully? You will never get letters that end with "yours truly"! Because of what you do bad things will happen to you too. You want to come in my house after you said and did what you did? My feelings and thoughts for you completely ended! For get the way things used to be with your fake smile and laughing tehe! That day has come to an end when the one being bullied stands up fed up with the trend. They yell and scream to get it through their heads with people thinking they need to be on meds. When really all of those people arent there but they are defenately some where looking at you through this mirror laughing at what used to make things so much clearer. You are your own bully standing in the way of your fears and hiding whats there truly,truly! Turn away and face the day as a person not a mirror dont make anything become clearer. Be the one who makes a difference!
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Why do i feel like everything has to have an order?
Why cant everything be random?
Never know how or when you'll get a ride home from your friends house. Never know what time it is. Get lost in the fact that nothing has to be perfect but everything has to be scattered and unorganized. But how would we know if it was random if there were no such thing as order or normalism? Would we even exist if the world began randomly than perfectly?
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
What are we but rays in which makes up the sun that shines each day. Some duller or brighter than others but still there everyday showing what they have to offer. Some like to stand out and touch everything living and make them come to life. Others hide behind the shadows of the brighter lights and fear of the world as it may be or may become. I am the sun. Gathering those rays dull or bright hoping that they all stay attached and willing to feel my warmth and comfort. Til the day when that plan fails and all my rays start to slowly die off and we no longer have a sun. Just the darkness of the moon and the days that it brings.
#forever alone #never understood
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
So often at this time of year we hear
What some never have the chance to say.
"If I only had that grade, then life would be clear"
And we forget that many could only dream of that day.
They dream of the day they could go to school
While we whine about our 89.999999's
They pray for the money to become a jewel
While we whine about our lack of Bevo bucks for Starbucks.
"Please Lord! If I could only get an A." I just heard
From the girl to my right, talking to her friend.
Which makes me wonder what I'd prefer;
To whine over what I don't have, or to rejoice in what's far more important in the end.
She says "I wish I had an A."
While I am no better, "I wish I was passing."
While the little boy says "I wish I could get a career someday."
Which brings my mind crashing.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
I ask why, you wave goodbye
I say hello, you say no
I wonder how weve come to this, you go on like theres nothing you'd ever miss
I cry myself to sleep at night, while your crushing my heart squeezing tight
I feel the ripping of my chest being opened, while you tug and pull on the ropes end
I am dead...ill...still you go on as if there never was or will
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
When you look into my eyes
I feel a flare in my heart
Not a small fire being created,
by a few twigs and a spark
Burning like the fires of hell
But feeling like a tropical beach breeze
Trying to hold myself up
But feeling weak in my knees
Oh help me show me your feelings
Instead of hiding from the minds of them
Grow like a flower strong and willing
Instead of being a safe sturdy stem
Be a flare spreading light and joy to others
Open your heart and let me inside
Dont be afraid i wont hurt you
Again i ask you with love and care open arms and willing heart please dont hide
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Light is what brings forth a new day and what ends that beginning.
Light is how we see things in a different perspective.
Light is where ideas come from.
Light is what some of us study to understand.
Light is us.
Light is me.
Light is you.
Light is light.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
Love
That feeling of always wanting to be around them.
Love
that feeling of waiting to see them, touch them, hear them.
Love
Knowing that theres something there but you cant point it out.
Love
wanting to not live with any doubt.
Love
Realizing that you cant have them pulls your heart strings out.
Hate
Feeling the pain that follows their actions.
Hate
Always trying to impress someone.
Hate
Being yourself and not being accepted.
Hate
Knowing what they could be thinking.
Hate
Finishing poems that have a special meaning.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC