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Ravanna Dee Oct 2016
You're a million separate puzzle pieces.
Each a little different.
Some are a little plain.
Some are exceedingly detailed.
Some have sharp edges.
And some are softly curved.
But all together,
I know,
it's an extraordinary,
beautiful,
and priceless
picture.
Worth an entire life time,
solving.
Actually...possibly even longer.
We're all so complicated and unique in our creation. We all deserve someone who wants to piece together our whole picture.
Crimsyy Oct 2016
(I want I want I want)

A morning fully complete,
weakened mood,
tears on the bed sheets.

Thoughts of you
should lift me higher,
but quite opposite,
erode my mind.

Thinking in grey
comes as easy
as breathing;
as easy as my shallow breaths
begging to hear gun shots,
but somehow this nightmare,
somehow you are not vile enough
to make me want to leave.

Thinking in technicolor
is a caustic riddle, puzzle
for my migraine to solve
give me back existence,

(My skin my skin my skin)
Sam Sep 2016
It's the same thing.
How did I not see this before?
Mmm, Interesting.

I say the puzzle pieces click,
I lie.

They don't all fit together, just yet.
They will eventually, I do believe.
They come together, one at a time.
I ponder, I realize, I reflect.

Yet, nothing becomes of these thoughts,
I keep them to myself.
Because they are not worth knowing,
to someone who wouldn't understand.

You must figure it out on your own.
I was told these things, I didn't believe.
A puzzle piece was placed, I saw, I knew.

One by one, I shall figure it out.
But for now as I wait,
I enjoy the game.
Jim Marchel Sep 2016
Every day I spend with you is a puzzle.
Dozens of pieces scattered around in a jumbled mess, but with you it all comes together and makes sense. The pictures we create together are unforgettable and will stay with me forever.
Wrote a piece a while back and thought it'd be better in parts than a standalone.
Having a look
To me my
Refrain Pie
Duty and Fire
Feature water
Then cross light
There goes sky
Just show up
Chamber wire
Takes to mind
Winding hour
Doubt uncertain
Rainbow Curtain
Potamos Chamber
May be
Dust bowl
You heard
Murders' Love
Or Loves' ******
I saw it first
All alone
Then
On my own
Now
Old thoughts spliced I'm to my second child _A glad hazard caution-leary
Austin Bauer Sep 2016
Our love is like the puzzle pieces
We bought when we were dating,
The ones that came without
The guiding box-top picture.

Day after day you hand
Me pieces of emerald green
Or royal blue.  Some days they're
Orange with a streak of white.

For years now I've been
Lining up the edges,
Linking one piece into another,
But the image remains fragmented.

Now here I am at the end
Of my life, pushing the
Final piece into place.
With tears filling my eyes,

I behold a photograph of you and I
Sitting on our front porch.
Our old, wrinkled hands clasped
As we watch the sprinkler

Move back and forth,
Laughing as our grandchildren
Leap through the streams
That shimmer in the sunset.
Inspired by, and dedicated to my wife.
Luisa C Sep 2016
i shall remain as a hidden piece of a puzzle,
puzzling myself to pieces on why storms
swirl daily around the absence of my brain.
and on this rainy friday afternoon it should be no different;
wondering how i came to be, perched away
in the back of the room to watch a flood of unfamiliar smiles.
when did i become so lonely and outcast?
the dread of not liking most of the people i'm around dawns
and my jagged edges of a puzzle piece emphasise.
i do not fit with these people. they are
too sure on their happiness.
sheloveswords Aug 2016
He is broken, his pieces
are scattered around and
he blames me for being the
person that found them and
he hates me for knowing
the anatomy of his dismantled puzzle

The pieces that yearns for love
I know how many there are
his parts hiding in the spent years
I know how far they are from
completing him wholly
they only want him to love me
and to defeat the grim that is
imprisoning him
inside of his own reality of insanity
in this severed mind that he has grown to possess

This preciously shattered jar of clay
shining on my marbled floor
I regret not catching him sooner
but his scattered remnants I adore
he is the stars in my lunar
my gravity exists for him
my planets rotate

he is my perfect paradoxical mockery of fate
my most favorite enigma
placing his pieces to the belonged
I am bewilderingly profounded
I must complete before I deliver this masterpiece
of the most beautiful disaster that has fallen upon my hands


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Kerri Aug 2016
She's a messy lover.
She's most beautiful
in wrinkled sheets
and unmade beds.
With tangled hair,
chapped lips,
and confidence,
she draws you close.
She's a slow kisser.
She savors
every breath
you draw from each other,
until you're
living inside of her
and her inside of you.
She's the painting
that was never finished,
but is somehow
a ******* masterpiece.
She's a puzzle
that you'll never figure out,
and for that
you'll only desire her more.
She will
tame you with her charm,
frighten you with her truth,
and
make you fall in love with her,
because
you will never find a woman
as
simply complex
as her...
PS Aug 2016
You are an enigma
And my kind of mind
Has no option but to work you out.
Some people are puzzles.
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