#puzzles
i used to think
that i just had
awful luck.
the kind where you feel
like everything you do
is an inconvenience to everyone.
and you just can't seem
to stop
making things
go wrong.
like the other day,
i straightened my hair --
and it just started raining
the moment
i got outside.
or how last month,
i made a mistake at work
and just that moment,
my boss walked in.
or two years ago.
my best friend had left me
over a petty,
little,
stupid argument that
should've never happened
in the first place.
but i didn't just have
awful luck.
the puzzle pieces,
were slowly coming
together --
after awhile at least.
it never happens in the blink
of an eye.
i grew to love my natural hair.
the borders of it
were first,
slowly forming --
i still had my job.
clicking together.
i didn't pay any mind,
it didn't occur to me just yet
what was happening.
then the second border --
i met my best friend.
and i slowly began
to consider the idea
that there was
a meaning for this.
no, i'm not sure
if i believe in heaven
or hell,
or if theres a lord above.
but i do know
someone's there
either way.
putting together
everyone's puzzles.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
You like thought puzzles?
Well consider this,
A boy and a girl
Board a train
Desperate to escape the rain
And bump into each other
Due to one hour of travel
Because of one hour of time
A man and a woman walk out
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
If words are jigsaw puzzles
How long would it take -
To form a clear picture
Of your heart?
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
We were just like puzzles
But our pieces didn’t fit together.
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 11:14 AM UTC
Take a trip inside of my mind
But be warned that there are worse things than
Lions, and tigers, and bears.
The monsters that guard this jungle mind
Aren’t soft and nice when they choose to be
They are horrifying,
Bloodthirsty,
Larger than life,
All sharp teeth and horns.
Take a trip inside of my mind
But know it’s easy to get lost in
Mazes, and illusions, and metaphors.
The jigsaws aren’t easy 50 piece puzzles
They are thousands of broken words
With no guarantee
That they will fit together
Nicely-
Or at all
Take a trip inside of my mind
But remember that you will find memories
Broken, and wonderful, and messy.
These recollections will tell you who I am
They say where I came from,
fears,
dreams,
hopes,
And lack there-of.
Take a trip inside of my mind
But it isn’t overly charming between the
Monstrosities, and mazes, and memories.
If beautiful is what you were searching for
You can only find it in glimpses between
Sharp teeth,
Broken words,
Lost hope,
And jumbled jungle vines.
So if you decide
To take a trip inside of my mind,
Take note of the
Beautiful disaster,
Organized chaos,
And sweet sorrow.
Be gentle,
Be cautious,
Be aware.
Because this is one mangled mind,
And you are one of the first
To go inside.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 9:58 AM UTC
When one forces their imagined shape to fit in,
They discover- often too late,
That they may now be stuck.
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
We are all jigsaw puzzles,
wanting to fit and to belong,
so if I rearrange the pieces
of my still broken heart,
please be patient with me.
If I have to coerce my heart
into the right place in mind,
please be patient with me.
If I have to rearrange
a real, proper smile for you,
please be patient with me.
(*And if I have to turn my head
to properly kiss you,
please be patient with me*).
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
I've been sent to prism
For minor refractions
My days of frequent violets
Are now in the past
As the light in me
Is slowly emerging
Tomorrow I'll open my eyes
And find correction of vision
Mingled with distorted spectrum
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
The mind is a scary place sometimes
Don't let it win
It whispers of shortcomings and fear
Don't let it win
Illusions and nightmares abound
Don't let it win
From anxiety and depression, it thrives
Do not let it win
The mind is a tricky place
DO NOT LET IT WIN
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
A city cultivated in the shadow of the Beast
Becomes the stage for a sleeping god’s dreams,
A quiet boy who should have faded within the folds of time
Slides the last piece into the eternal Puzzle.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
I keep giving away pieces of me
In hearts filled with someone else
As if giving away puzzle pieces
To puzzles already built
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
It's hard to meet new people
they're so foreign
they do things like wear hats
and play baseball
they listen to bad music
they like crossword puzzles
I don't like to hear them talk
but
at night
when I get very cold
and sometimes it hurts to breathe
I'd like one of them next to me
or I'd like to hear them talk
anything to make me warm again
I can't have it all
but sometimes
I want it.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
The body is a series of puzzles put together to make one big puzzle.
The mind.
The body.
The ***** systems.
The tissues.
The cells.
Puzzles within puzzles.
Mental health takes those puzzles
Lays them upon a flat surface
And swings its hammer in a wide arc
To Shatter those puzzles,
Break up the tiny, interlocked pieces,
And scatter them across the plane of your soul.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
moonshine, puzzles, kryptonite
they will surely take me down
they'll push me left, they'll push me right
shoving me round and round
they'll fill my head like a willing cup
confusing me till I don't know
which end is down, which end is up
as I'm stumbling to and fro
can you blame me for being cautious
can you see it's not just a dream
they'll cause me to be very nauseous
polluting my very bloodstream
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relax,
since two out of three are rarely found
the other you need not be around
I guess you're safe for now
but to keep you from having a cow
I'll help keep a watch for them, anyhow
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
as a child I played with puzzles
I loved their pictures,
their logic,
their challenge,
but I could never tell
when I was applying
too much pressure on a piece,
or if it was a perfect fit
my mother would scold me
for continuing to force a piece
to fit, when it did not
and I never imagined
that would resemble
how I play with people
but it is
I apologize if I've ever
bent your edges unnecessarily
or made you feel like
you didn't belong
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
It is said, “We humans are
puzzle pieces meant to become one.”
But in truth we are damaged,
shattered edges, disparate shards.
I will break my heart to fit yours,
if you shape yours to meld with mine.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
we are not meant to be whole
we are not meant to have the same pieces
we are not meant to be puzzles
we are meant to be people
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
I will ask you a question
“Do you remember the child you once were?
Who colored the crayons beyond the lines, shaping everything in that child’s imagination.
That painted the rivers green and the trees blue, full of wonder, putting nothing in order.
Now, I ask you this… What happened to that child?”
Why is that child now organizing the shapes, his head now a machine on rotate
He solves the puzzles but not his dreams
He gives the leaves a touch green, and rivers with blue...
What happened to the child who once ruled the world?
Now the World ruled the child."
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
There's not even a straw of hope,
How to be optimistic puzzles me.
I won't ever have any of the dope,
How to escape what bothers me.
I don't have any moral support,
I'll stop being whitlessly witless.
For that I need some more love.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
On Sunday mornings, I want to wake up to the smell of bacon sizzling over the Teflon pan. Its fragrance wakes me up and as I follow the trail of its scent, it leads me to you in your morning hair, groggy eyes, plain white shirt, and your favourite apron tied around your waist. I want to eat breakfast with you as if time isn’t running, as if the world is in a standstill and the only thing that matters is you, your sloppily fried bacon that I will eat anyway, and my cup of coffee that creates a mirage through your side of the table.
I want to sit next to you and read the morning paper, talk about what’s on the news but most likely what’s not on the news because we both like to believe that what they don’t tell is what we need to know. We turn the pages over until we reach the crossword puzzle; you tell me that anagram goes downwards and Van Gogh goes across as I slowly write every letter, careful not to tick the empty the boxes that we are yet to fill.
I want to feel the warmth of your hands on my waist as I clean the dishes with your humming matching every clink-clonk of the delicate and overpriced mugs we got from a theme park abroad. Your hum fades into a song and you sing it to my ears as your chin rests on my neck, I feel your cheeks grazing over mine and I whisper those three words I have wanted to say since the beginning of time.
But, hey, these are the few things that I want and I hope you want them too, at least before the bacon’s burnt or your favourite apron is all worn out and ***** I hope this is also what you want before we finish breakfast, before I finish my coffee, before we figure out all the right words in the puzzle. I hope this doesn’t die until our mugs have dried, until you finish the song your singing, until your cheeks become wrinkly, until I hear you say those three words I’ve been waiting for all this time.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
We are all our own puzzle
piece
connecting to
one another's life.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC