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Zane Gorham Apr 2017
Each mind is situated on  the spectrum of belief and reality.
Both ends suffer in their search for the truth.
The man who spends his life navigating the spiritual realm.
He attempts to find the greater purpose for everything.
Every blade of grass, each eroded stone a symbol of something bigger.
The nuances of life analysed and expanded upon to their very limit.
Given meaning in the name of God or the foreshadowing omen of an individual.

The man who traverses reality, grounded in science and logistics.
His mind filled with hypotheses.
Observing outcomes to explain the inexplicable.
He fits his grass and stones into the puzzle of a greater system.
In doing so he is God and the purpose for all things he assigns.

Both men strive to be the voice heard by the masses.
Their findings recorded, read, believed.
In the end does it truly matter.
Two lives spent.
Kneeling, yearning for some kind of affirmation that their time was spent correctly.
That they added anything to the greater scheme.
Pages upon pages filled with every detail in a grain of sand.
The end comes, the ink runs, the pages wither to dust, knowledge lost, purpose forgotten.
The world keeps turning.
Some notes about my insecurity on taking the right path in life. I feel I may never know the answers I seek and I don't even know if the answers truly matter.
Elmarie Apr 2017

Maybe we are all just pieces,
in the universe's unending puzzle.
Unending puzzle with unending moves.
elowen morey Apr 2017
I saw you
and I appreciated you

the curve of your smile
the crease by your eyes
the warmness of your voice

but this time
it didn’t knock me down
it didn’t stop me in my tracks
my heart beat didn’t increase
I was able to speak to you
without my voice getting caught
in my throat

time changes things
I can appreciate you now
without the overwhelming emotions
of what could have been

once I was forced to take a step back
I could see how you and I
were not meant to be
we were two puzzle pieces that
did not fit together

and it is okay

now
MellowMomo Apr 2017
Our hearts are made from puzzle pieces
Intricately complex, but incomplete
Full with gaps, stains and creases
Changing with every heartbeat.

We're all looking for real connections
Something fitting instead of patches
And endure a lot of rejections
To find the best possible matches.

This puzzle is hard to complete
At times impossible to cope
Not wanting to admit defeat
We continue, because of hope.

Hence I too shall keep on going
Like everyone else day by day
Constantly failing, but also growing
Collecting my heart along the way.
Special thanks to Mr. Jin!
Alaska Mar 2017
We are all our own puzzle
piece
connecting to
one another's life.
Timothy hill Mar 2017
It is of colors on the maple sugar trees.

Tis the day brightened the leafs.

Fall of mystery you two have wit.

Autumn, hazel snow once now gone.

Bird of song do you seek the worm of the day.

Early growth always meets the requirements.

Of a tree holding its own magnificent.

And proof of its very own certificate.

As once new bleachers stood holding hands so intricate.


You two may find life as an alternate.

A pulse of vibrant, and multi level consciousness.

Is what is seemed, going threw paradox-es as you would of a dream.

Thinking of life in a double blink reality like a gently breezes.


Hurricane, of spiritual breath taking care of settlers pairs.

Who the of grand robe address the stations on a granite counter.
Life mystrey, puzzle riddle.
cait Mar 2017
you fit into me.
and i fit into you.
where we slid into place.
was something I never thought we'd do.

since we breathed as one.
where we slid into place.
how your weight fell on my chest.
how your hand stroked my waist.

the way you pressed in closer.
how your weight fell on my chest.
when your eyelids heavied.
while your hand brushed my breast.

we layed as one.
the world fell silent.
sorry this got personal
Gul e Dawoodi Mar 2017
There are gloomy sunsets;
And sometimes even the moonlight is enough
A home far away from the place where I live
A scar from the past which I never had
"Maybe  I've  lived  through  this  feeling  bef­ore"
I say, as I try to find a way to escape the castle of my thoughts; a secret door
As much as I feel terrible;
As much as this life has become a riddle,
I wish I could do better to make everything okay
The masks behind which I used to hide, have become a reality today
Who I am now is not what I dreamt myself to be,
Or maybe I never knew what I really wanted to become
You know our lives are so preplexed,
It's difficult to guess, what comes next.
K Balachandran Feb 2017
War of the words from the very word "GO"
was the warming up exercise for more malice,
makes the galleries erupt in rage, cry for more
But the folks that adore  peace is outraged
every jab finds it's mark, squarely on the jaw
making profuse bleeding another spectacle
we reinvent this business  as a blood sport!

Even a  dog eat dog madness grips the arena quick
each vicious animal bares it's fangs, for long in disuse,
get ready to be paid in return,in what you gave first
Raise the war cry aloud,  boys the game is on,
no going back any more, it's fight to ****

Every bit of the act is blown out of proportion,
by the heartless lot of blue eyed boys with lenses.
It pays to narrate  stroke by stroke,pouring oil
into the roaring fire, let it rage the longest period,

Merely the tip of an ice berg, all this you've now  seen
hidden with in the barbed diatribes is lethal  power,
things they hope would get heated too soon,
and would become a full blown "COLD WAR"

It's the post truth world of puzzles and games,
every such story ends in  a tragic twist at the end.
for us it'snot,we need a twist to make us smile.
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