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Giovanna Aug 2020
I observed you a lot,
I hope I could have understood you once!
You are the puzzle I could never solve.
Paul Idiaghe Aug 2020
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life


muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
She came in a thousand unsolved pieces

A myriad of ways to be put back together

But none complete her...
Andy Chunn Jul 2020
About the time you voiced to me
Above the river, by the tree
Across the bridge we saw the lights
Against the setting moon of night.

Behind my fears and fitful mood
Beside the others chatting rude
Between my silence and vacant  talk
By evening on a summer walk.

Except for fumbled fervent words
For you I wish my feelings heard
From a challenged passive way
In wait my lonely times would lay

Into the words, what could I do
Of nouns and verbs and pronouns too
On days I scout without success
Over terms I should address

Through magic words a pact is made
To phrasing language dues are paid
Toward prepositions, there points a sign
Upon the start  of every  line
Toward the goal I say.
Leisha Dias Jul 2020
Placed beside you
Or did I hypnotically walk to you
Was it a game of fate and destiny
Or was I simply charmed by your spell
Was I meant to be here
Or did I want to be here
All I can decipher right now is that,
I lie here and you beside me.
At such close proximity
Feeling you at every edge
Like two pieces of a puzzle.
A piece of puzzle with curves and edges
Rough curves and worn out edges
But did I really fit in?

I tried hard,
Just as I tried all these years
At all the wrong places
Chiseling my sharp edges into curves
Curves that would now fit perfectly
All the while, losing a part of me.
Just making me question,
Is this yet another wrong spot
Didn't seem wrong to the world
Then why do I still feel like a misfit
Like a square peg in a round hole
Or has this constant trying to fit in
Leave all my edges frayed
I no longer recognize anymore.

Still lying beside you,
Still dont seem to fit in,
Still questioning,
Is this yet another wrong spot?
Laokos Jul 2020
i never thought this day would come
with death's dusty pink collar
blooming in senescence as
the goldfinch flies with
exuberant locution.

what tome have you written in your
faulty hand? blameless brokenness
becomes me as
the light of tomorrow's sun
reaches these cracks today.

i'm no puzzle...i walk the line
of cynicism and bitterness
leaving yesterday's
nubile romance face down
in a shallow puddle of rain water in the
street. the sign said 'STOP' and that
was the end of its instruction.
izi Jul 2020
Sometimes,
Pain is like a hummingbird.
Flitting here and there,
Never staying in one place for too long.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a knife to the heart,
Bleeding, an open wound,
With no way for you to stitch it up.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a shattered mirror,
You pick the pieces up,
But there's no way to put them back together.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a waterfall,
Crashing and thundering and roaring down,
Never easing up.

Sometimes,
Pain is like an aching joint,
Throbbing and pulsing,
Always there no matter what happens.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a puzzle,
Someone ripping you apart,
Putting you back together the wrong way.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a secret told,
Too many ears,
Too many people.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a bullet,
There for a second,
And then you're free falling.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a bright light,
Look at it too long,
And you become blinded.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a game of torture,
Daggers, blood, droplets,
Salty water on the tip of your tongue.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a daydream,
You know it's not real,
But do you really want to stop dreaming?

Sometimes,
Pain is like a rainy day,
Puddles of gloom,
Each drop sending out ripples.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a fairytale,
The dragon guarding the tower,
The damsel crying in the shadows.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a shot,
****** your skin,
And you succumb to it.

Sometimes,
Pain is a bruise,
You don't want to press it,
But you somehow manage to.

Sometimes,
Pain is like a butterfly.
Beautiful, wings of color,
Until you taste the bitterness.

Sometimes,
Pain is a pleasure.
Watching the blood run down your skin,
Ripping you apart from your very seams.

Always,
Love will give you pain.
Whether it friend or lover,
Whether you forgive or not.

I forgive,
I forget,
Because the pain won't go away,
No matter how strong you are.

So, my friend,
Are you ready to forgive and forget?
Or succumb to the pain,
And never learn to love again?
Dave Robertson Jul 2020
A hand cast the jigsaw pieces
of my redemption wide
and I walk to find them

Gapped puzzle patches showing
a veneer beneath, of reasonable quality,
are nonetheless an irritant

The late game phase
I assumed would be easier
has not especially yielded fruit

Still reliant on chanced epiphanies
this approach lacks the efficiency
my bald head and white whiskers
belie
Lily Priest Jun 2020
Every jumble of parts that fell together,
all puzzled at their place, are us;
the infintismal small stuff
of dreams and nightmares,
repeated till they've driven us mad
and had us searching for the impossible,
the drifty philosophical queries
of life living and existing.

Ribbons of rainbows tie us in knots,
connect our dots to the gold within us,
mined and shined to shimmer the normality
of community,
as we live and love it with little homes,
picketed and known only to us.
Those green manicured lawns
Where we raise our young and aspire
To be the corner stone or corner piece
The bit that makes up their sky,
So we can do down in history
Without going dusty in a box
Forgotten or lost
As most puzzle pieces are.
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