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Iska Nov 2018
patchwork poetry
from a broken soul
ageless words
stitched together
take their toll
as we twist them
to fit the role
I was told all I do is rewrite what has already been written.
With no creative twist or flair
Just wasting time
With empty air
Duava Aug 2018
I'll now let go of the memories
The patchwork now falling apart in my hands.
Our memories stop here
They fade colorfully

Oh do you remember that day, what you said
The useless arguments that we repeated
Now lets part, it's a mess. I'm so sorry.

Tick tock, tick tock, you let go of my hands
Ding ****, ding ****, and you fade away.
Tick tock, tick tock, one step, two steps
Ding ****, ding ****, fall apart again

If I just hated, hated you to begin with
We wouldn't have met or said goodbye
But I would fall in, fall in love with you again
And spend the night in tears.

If I, if I, burn it all away
And end up erasing all of it
But I still won't, still won't, ever forget you
Why am I such a fool?

It's just not following you who always stood up and left first
It's nothing serious, just like our love.

Flick tap, flick tap, I delete you
Swipe tap, swipe tap, A. R. --> T
Flick tap, flick tap, your number and texts
Swipe swipe swipe swipe... erase it all
As my tears fall to the ground.

If I didn't, didn't know you at all
This would never have happened
But turns out we weren't, we weren't meant to be at all
Lets never meet again.

Let's end it, end it, end us now
Did you ever love me?
Now I will, I will, I will let you go
Although I might regret a little

If you'd told me, told me, everything at first
We'd have left each other with a clear mind
You had a lot of, lot of work until now
I hope you're happy after you leave
Yes, this is, this is, really ending
You never loved me to begin.

I won't hold on anymore to the
Mess I thought was love that we created
Now I won't love you anymore
Simple, right? Lets never meet again.
This is an English translation of the Japanese song Patchwork Staccato.
K Balachandran Jul 2018
sky, patchwork designer quilt,
invites the dull sun to rest;
keeps the rain clouds away!
july hearne Apr 2018
fifteen thousand days
for things to go wrong

it was just one of those fifteen thousand days
where things didn't go so well
that was today,

in my time
there is no more time
only stoner time
and five dollar andre wine
marked down to 4.99

tired of the everyday loser
in the last of light
hating sunday nights
for all they're worth
for all their worth
change the tense to the time,

in my time,  there is no more time
only stoner time
i couldn't make the distinction
in time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gdoUIgWZ5c&index=2&list=FLXopt9nnBkenZ2qfc_VCXeA





at least bill cosby got handed a guilty verdict,
so much for america's dad telling everyone to pull up their pants
while he wore his patchwork robe and ***** all those women
Gale L Mccoy Jan 2018
people say they are
nothing more than traits and behaviors
taken from others
like it makes them unreal
is that not all we are
borrowed pieces from
everything/everyone we’ve ever known
putting together the puzzle pieces
with no guidance no box art
till the thing you created is

You

-many parts combined into an original whole
-inspired and influenced by everything
Gabriela Oct 2014
I'll stitch myself together
with the most misshapen parts
and sharpest shards of who I am;
not so that I might return
to who I once was,
but in hopes that I might
become something better,
or at least someone
somewhat whole again.
8-18-14

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