#puzzled
It’s amazing, it is
How people can go about life without a care
How people can say one thing then the next
It’s amazing, it is
You think that you know someone
And then they turn around
Saying the opposite of what they told you
Why does it happen you think?
Why does this confusion happen?
Why does anything happen?
It’s amazing, it is
How can someone hold so much inside?
How can someone be so bottled up?
Bottled to the point where they may burst
Bottled to where they may blow any time
How can someone be so isolated?
Maybe it’s by choice
Maybe it’s because they feel it’s the only way
Maybe because they haven’t found someone
Someone to confide to
Someone to trust whole heartedly
Someone they know will be there
Someone they know will support anything
It’s amazing, it is
How some people find it so easily
How some people can be a group
And then be so close with a few
It’s amazing, it is
How someone can feel so alone
When they have people around them
When they have ears willing to listen
But the only ear they want
Is someone pushed away long ago
Someone that offered but the way panicked
It’s amazing, it is
How an opportunity can go by so fast
How an opportunity may not come again
How small the time limit is
But you know what’s really amazing?
How we can contemplate this in our heads
But never verbally
Because of this is ever put into words
Then something has become real
Something has been put into the world
Something that one may regret in the future
Now that’s amazing
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC
Y'know the way music Bands like to look cool and dark and mysterious
on their album covers
Well I had an idea for an album cover for an
imaginary music group/band
It'd be set in a toilet factory (of all places)
So there'd be all these toilets fresh off the
production line
And the lead singer would be sitting on one toilet at the front with a grumpy
frustrated look on his face
As if he was really constipated (now it'd be all done quite decorously i.e.
they wouldn't have their pants down)
Beside him sitting on another toilet would be another Band member with a
big broad grin on his face as if he'd just done a nice healthy ****
Behind them would be another Band member standing up looking down into
one of the toilets as if he's just seen something weird
And lastly there'd be another Band member and he'd have one of his legs and
foot actually stuck in one of the toilet bowls of one of the toilets.
It'd be a debut album named after the Band itself
And the Band's name would be
"The Undecided"
Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never knew before:?
mind fluttered
heart triggered
or was it the opposite?
to not feel
is constantly abandoning the real
or was it overthinking?
white sun
yellow moon shun
or was it the lamp in my room?
exclamation mark
question bark
or was it me confused?!
flames left turned in hurt
backs flared then burnt
or was it them that slammed the door?
now a missing bone
from an unsolved puzzle all alone
-----ravenfeels
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC
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
I’ll never know
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
Hear the sound of a far gone chime.
Hear it mixing with some romantic poem you read
the night you couldn't sleep;
the night you thought you'd take your own life,
then gazed at the moon shining in some new way and went back to bed.
Hear the sound of the body lying next to you.
His tangled hair.
Feel your nails creaking on the wall.
Feel yourself crawling into some stranger's sheets, like a parasite, a disease.
See your mother cutting the meat on your plate,
watch her door shut in your face.
See your lover cutting your flesh,
then walking away from you.
What have you become?
Have all of your pieces come together?
Throw them in the air like confetti, let them fall on your head, watch them build up,
late November leaves in a puddle of mud.
I grow old, I grow old.
Do I?
Puzzled.
Cradle me with lullabies
Tear my heart down with goodbyes.
I am young, I am old,
swirling water on my tongue,
crying speechless tears of pain,
speaking languages in vain.
Though we walked our roads this far
we never figured who we are.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Nothing breaks me more than the lies U utter looking deep into my eyes.
Astonished,Puzzled and Disheartened.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
So many strings
Unorganized things
Colors on beings
Pertains feelings.
What a dark night
Objects seem blur to my sight
I am walking down the labyrinth
With small light, I have no hint.
I am in search of something
I can't really recall what is that thing
I kept walking
This is worrying.
I am lost...
I can't remember which way
I wish to return at any cost.
Let us call that a day.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
I'd like to say
Our love is like
Puzzle pieces.
Even if our pieces
Are worn
And hands don't
Fit anymore,
The picture we
Made together will always
Be beautiful
In our memories.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
What was it about that moment that made him love you less?
Was it that you needed him, and he was supposed to be the one needing you?
Was it the use of it? That you didn’t share, simply asked of him?
Was it the failure?
Or was it just that before you were unmarred, unblemished,
An unreality?
And then all at once you were just like everyone else.
What was it that made him love you less?
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
It's sad to witness
those days filled...
with love and joy
were now covered...
with hatred and pain.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
here i sit
here i stay
here i will cry
til i slowly waste away
if to breathe is to drown
to drown is to sing
a drug that can ****
can heal a king
here she sits
here she stays
here she will cry
til she slowly wastes away
if to crawl is to sink
to sink is to fly
a man that loves god
can hate his own life
here he sits
here he stays
here he will cry
til he slowly wastes away
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
in the face of tragedy,
innocence is almost aborted in the womb of Life.
furthermore, to keep this little piece of fragility--
this little bit of light that is left inside,
one being divides into two.
once arisen from the deepest of slumbers,
the face you see in the mirror
isn't quite the same one you saw
the night before.
puzzled, but too dazed to pose a question,
you continue onward
with your uncomfortable day.
when night falls,
your hands are around a neck,
squeezing, choking,
stealing away the last of the air inside someone's lungs.
in a flash, your eyes open.
there is a tightening in your hands--
but you are too tired to wonder why.
you arise from your sullen slumber,
and look in the mirror.
why are you smiling?
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
Cold and Empty are the only words to describe this prison. A place for one being, white and empty, a shell of her former self. Joy and bliss are but a distant memory. Pleading for help she runs to me, shaking me about screaming for relief. What can be done? I can't help. I only gaze...
Gaze into her eternal prison. I now leave to a place she cannot follow. The place she resided before. I leave her to her prison. The prison she resides in now, and the prison she'll reside forever.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
What folly is unoccurred reverence.
Strangers proclaim "You're loved!" whence
meaning is absent, context is beside itself.
When did platitudes rate as normalcy
Strangers fake muddle fact lest they be
labeled incongruent socially; with no dispel.
How did conversation come to demean
the capable of haves; have-nots serene
in their comfort of blissful ignorance.
Where did intelligence fray, the importance gray;
the have-nots proclaim, in shaky say, their thoughts lame
A bulb above head lacking the filaments.
Who do these ruins belong to, certainly
let us rebuild. Foundations held by you; me.
The minds of small,
not the small of minds.
The majority is always pushed forward by the minority.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
These members are not my own
They seep through the rapids
As I drown
They ask me questions
They tell me what to do
How to feel
And then condrtridict their own
*** am I supposed to do
When I can't get through?
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
living in the present
remembering the past
reminiscing in thoughts of the last glance
in pursuing the future
- past-
you used to live but a few houses down
"together forever", yet you were nowhere to be found
drunk in love nonetheless stuck in a funk
dreamt of a life , where two wrongs make a right
but the future to be deemed was never in sight
- present day -
hearts beating simultaneously
the stars sparkle throughout the night sky
as daylight seems to pass on by
pieces of me were scrambled in the world
but you put me back together and made me your girl
- contemplating -
this man i met
resembles a part of the past
i cannot seem to fathom
struggling to grasp
the concept of love
-----
imagine the day, a few houses distanced
imagine the day i knew of your existence
imagine love, without resistance
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
I'm as lost as ever as confused as ever and as scared as ever
As lonely as ever with a little less hope
You are my strength, You are my guide
Yet sometimes it feels like I need to talk to myself more when I'm talking to You
Me without You, me with You
I miss You dearly when we're in silence
Yet in silence sometimes I feel your presence more
Because sometimes believing in You is like believing in me too
Love is difficult and puzzling
I'm as puzzled as ever with a little less belief in me
If You are my saviour, come save me
If there's something to tell me tell me now
Where do you want me to be
What do you want me to be
Please don't leave me hanging too like they do,
tell me who else would love but You
You are my only one and that's so true
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
Sweat beads on well ploughed thoughts
Locked hair sighs gentle as a sopping crown
And we,
We lie together.
Tell truths, tell stories
Of beggars like millionaires
And you and I concurr
With the slapping of skin.
Whilst inky pools of prowling giants
Tread canyons in the world around
And worries scuttle
Along the dust and wooden floorboards, cool to the touch
Whilst fever hands us telescopes
To see the only cooling hand is you
I sweat and turn
To stamp your cheek with my smile.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
I wanna lose my self in the subdued wood,
where my emotion Oblivions to back to me
I wanna my delightful days of childhood
when my imagination ,with wings of dream flies free.
I wannabe the first ray of sun on the mountain ,icecrowned
to illuminate fuliginous frozen soul
I want to plunge into blue of ocean and to found
the inestimable pearl of smile as a whole
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
I took a note of the serenity
The peaceful quake of silence
The candid chatter of simple thoughts
And those eyes
I fell head first into those romantic chasms
A regal beauty dwelled inside
Swimming in the complexity of those orbs
Always examining
Taken by the deep green mirrors
A perfect image of a rainy forest
They drizzled with a wisdom
Beyond
So very beyond this human earth
Transcending into the deepest means of matter
Into something that takes form
But no meaning presented to such simple beings
An enigma in those eyes
Watching with such jagged edges
They cut like the smoothest blade
A bittersweet injury
One may fall captive
Beneathe the brush of those black lashes
To the tops of rosy cheeks
And the mischievous grin
Which up turns such wicked lips
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
A running heart
and a beating nose
has ripped me apart,
the pain in my brain
has left the doctor puzzled
how can he note all my life
and do a correct diagnose ?
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
I always wondered how amazing it was that I could tell how you feel...
But I knew you can never say the same
I always wondered how you were
But I knew you wont ask the same...
I always knew you needed me
But I also knew you never knew...
You're like an open book who's trying hard to be encrypted yet i'm an experienced cryptographer
With just one look through your eyes, I could already tell but you refuse to spill the beans
I knew it was a mistake...
I knew you won't be there if I needed a shoulder...
I knew it...
Yet I thought you'd let go...
Why are you making things hard for me?
I was giving you a trustworthy ally but you never showed you can be one as well
Now im leaving for hell
Then you'll ring the bell
Asking me to come back
It's gonna be hard to go back
I hope you actually realized what you lack
And drop your cowardly act
I just hope i'm not talking to thin air
This is so hard to bear...
If only you could open your eyes and see the truth that lies within
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC