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Sydney Dec 2020
Humans are merely puzzles
comprised of 1000+ pieces that are hidden
sometimes right in plain sight.

never-the-less each piece is harder to find
then those that came before it.

We think it will be easy.
Simple.
Construct the edges - the unchangings
everything that we have no control of.

that right there though, sets us up for failure.
because the center is ever changing.
We are never able to see the end goal clearly.

So - we guess.
and hope for our sanity's sake each piece that we choose fits.
And sometimes they don't fit quite right.
so we make it fit.
whether that piece truly belongs there or not.

However, when putting together an actual puzzle
we are competent enough to understand that if a piece does not fit - it does not belong there, and we move on.
unfazed, unattached, focused on completing the picture.

Why.
time after time
do we try to force unfitting pieces into our puzzles
no amount of wanting will ever make that piece fit.

Yet, we stay committed, we stay attached
hoping that maybe the shape of that piece might change while we aren't looking.

But as always -
the right piece will be found when it is not being sought after.
After we've tried so many pieces that we are sure this puzzle is missing a few.

But there it will be
stuck in the bottom of the box
like a sunflower in New York City
they are a rare find
something that doesn't seem to belong
but oddly just makes sense.
And that might be the piece you've been looking for
all along
Dawn Oct 2020
๐‘จ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’†,
๐‘จ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’” ๐’”๐’๐’–๐’๐’….
๐’€๐’๐’–'๐’“๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’,
๐‘จ ๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’‡๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’‘๐’Š๐’†๐’„๐’†.

๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Œ๐’” ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’,
๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’–๐’‘.
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’„๐’๐’๐’–๐’…๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’๐’†๐’”๐’”,
๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•.

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’–๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’š ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ,
๐‘บ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’†๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“-๐’†๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’š.
๐’€๐’๐’–'๐’“๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’“๐’•,
๐‘ด๐’š ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’–๐’›๐’›๐’๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’†๐’„๐’†.
Mose Oct 2020
I want to cure the grievances of my heart,
but it feels like a Rubik Cube with the stickers peeled off.
A puzzle I am
You wont figure me out
A puzzle I am
You will not find all my pieces
A puzzle I am
You wont put me back together
A puzzle I am
You see the broken, tattered pieces
A puzzle I am
You did never solve
Mose Oct 2020
To each of I, that is not myself.
Scrambling a puzzle with no picture.
Colliding letters but fumbling only sounds.
Falling deaf to the noise.
A prism that light can shine through, but never into.
You were gone
So the puzzle was incomplete
But you never knew that
You were the missing piece
You completed me
Poetry Art Oct 2020
he collected me
once every piece
and shaped my edges
for him to fit me in

and then when he left
returning those parts of me

it no longer fit
the way
it used to be
Radhika Lusted Sep 2020
Words just wander
In my mind
But all the pieces
Hard to find

What are they?
And where do they
come to go?
Like missing pieces
of a puzzle
Iโ€™ll never know
why do i feel
like i'm always searching
like i'm never complete.

what is it
that i'm missing the whole time
is it something or someone.
Hope i'll find them one day
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