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Kate Bethanie Dec 2019
I am a puzzle
that I cannot piece together.

People tell me I'm a problem solver.
I'm an advice giver. I'm an answer finder,
But I can't find the answer, or even the right questions to ask,
When it comes to figuring out my own mind.
I fix things - on a daily basis - but I can't seem to fix myself.
Perhaps someday I will find a missing piece,
Maybe I was incomplete all along,
Or some pieces got twisted, forced together the wrong way round,
And I just need to untwist them,
And the puzzle will be solved.
Maybe one day I'll look exactly like the picture on the box.
Until then I will be what I have always been:
Puzzled.
Taylor S Dec 2019
So confusing, constantly shifting
Scattered across my life
Pieces to the puzzle, constantly drifting
Started from the middle, can't find the edges
Life's little things always in chaos
Big picture got me gazing over ledges
Thinking death ain't so scary
Not suicidal
Just a little confused, thoughts always contrary


Tell me I'm worthless
Don't deserve no one
Tell me I'm perfect
Ain't deserved by no one
Voices in my head
Their never done
Always one last thing to be said
I don't get any peace
And I don't get no love

My head in her lap
Fingers through my hair
So close to a relapse
Had she not been there
But she don't remember a thing
To much wine and revelry
And I can't say a thing
For fear of her leaving
For fear, fear of her staying

What do I do
If she says no
What do I do
If she says yes
How can I live my life
At the end of this rope
Pull the knot, Kick the chair
But I ain' wanna go there
To much commitment
Look I'm scared
Had to many people in my life walk away
To many times where I forgot what to say
To many ******* times
Couldn't read their minds
mjad Dec 2019
my short 5'2" frame locked in place
like a puzzle piece in his 5'11" embrace
caroline Dec 2019
my sides fit your ridges
your edges align with mine
our picture looks to be the same
but you're a corner piece
and sadly,
so am I.
My puzzle of life is missing a piece
I've done everything I've set out to do
So missing a part doesn't bother me
And I've stopped looking for it too

I suppose It will find me in time
Because I've stopped searching
It's a piece etched in my mind
Just in case it comes looking

I would like to finish the jigsaw
But I can only do one part at a time
I'll just wait for the final piece to fall
I will not stand in line trying to find

It will come as a surprise to me
If it ever comes into my hands
It know it's only just one piece
But It's an important part to land
Allan Mzyece Nov 2019
I made more profit after hiding skeletons in my closet.
Arcassin B Nov 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

Cause its about the only thing they say,
and its about the only thing they hear,
toxic people know their ways around here,
what is it about them?
do they have no more decency left?
why don't they just leave us alone,
cause its about the only thing they think,
I live through out my life to make sure your not alone,
i cross my crossword puzzles every-time that you
are gone,
we have just missed something,
they talk about us all night and all day,

i,
want,
you,
Cause I'm outside your house with it,
I know you want to talk about it,
Cause thats about the only thing we do,
I'm outside your house with it,
I know that you doubt it,
i always keep my promises,
the only important thing is to me is you.

©abpoetry2019
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/11/outside-your-house-apart-of-me-origins.html
Erian Rose Nov 2019
We were kids then
racing far and wide
Our imagination captured the moon
Chasing stars like fireflies

We held our pinkies
As we watched the meteor shower that eventide
Counting down the days
Till the constellations caught our eyes

We were kids then
loving a day as if forever
The universe had no chance
Against our star-crossed, endless kiss

We were kids
Connecting the galaxies into place
But now we're older
And the puzzles in the sky don't stand a chance
J J Nov 2019
I'll rewind the clock and swear on a life long lost.
Some days all I feel like is a vessel,
A decrepit theaterhouse, running memories.

Staring out with blank eyes at the ceiling.

Finding myself only to lose myself the next day;
Force-fed a shadow from a wall
From in my dreams. I am not this cryptic skin,

I am not who I was, and that is a blessing

I should have accepted and embraced long ago,
I am not a part of the puzzle because the puzzle

                                                         ­        was a myth in the first place.
A personal reminder to stop wasting time.
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