#puzzling
something's not right
what happened last night
i can't recall your name
something's not fine
i don't know why
but i won't play your game
why are you so cryptic
don't you know i'll miss it
why you leaving hints babe
did you mean it this way
puzzle pieces everywhere
scattered pieces here and there
leaving all these breadcrumbs
all over this bedroom
no space in my headroom
assuming you exist still
assuming that it's all real
it's something i can go with
but now i can't control it
now it's out hand
i don't understand it
help me to expand it
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Without you I am lost
How do I navigate winding emotions alone?
What is needed to direct my feet forward instead of backwards?
Which way is North?
How do I know without owning a compass or even a vague faded map?
Sobriety is quite a puzzling place to lose your way
I need assistance
Someone to help me solve
The riddle I have become
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
None arise just like when in need,
I scrutinize every possible one
Till its pulp oozes out infront of me.
Why can i not find it?
Do i blame my thoughts that are so obscure
Or the dubious heart that rejects everything
Or this mind that demands to know more than i possibly could.
I fear this might sound platitudinous;
Like every novice trying to be like those from whose hands words just flow
But these are my thoughts certainly. Sewed together in esoteric verses
Wait, I think a title has occurred to me!
"Puzzling" it shall be.
And my thoughts rewards me with satisfaction
Until the next time i try thinking of one
That moment, puzzling it shall be.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
what is it when every time witness your image.. minutes feeling like forever, when i know everything is finished. reflections may not be as vibrant as they use to be, you know everything seem to turns translucent. lucid, but losing what it exactly meant to an extent. lingering somewhere rather known dwelling deep inside. let alone all i confided just a piece is missing, when it comes to reminiscing. i know it doesn't make any difference. past tense to present.. the significance lost its value.. its not a coincidence. just dont misrepresent
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
How esoteric?
No one could figure this out
Mysterious and puzzling
As situations come about
The people are speaking
But, there is lots of ambiguity
Unless we remove these clouds
No one will see clearly
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
the road in front of you is a simple dirt road
in the the middle of nowhere; one step too far
one step beyond the point of no return.
the directions has lead you astray
one winding dirt road after another
you can’t seem to find your way
you're so rattled by where to turn next
at every corner there's another road to follow
only to end up where you begun
it feel as if there's no way out of this maze
no matter how many turns you take
the right turn is the one you want to make
your destination may be unknown
with so many directions to choose
take a minute to think as you continue
you might come across some obstetricals
things might get a little puzzling
there might even be rocks blocking your path
you might get confuserd but continue to walk on
kick each small pebble and toss them aside
don't let them stop your flow
life can sometimes keep us down
there will always be a dark cloud
we cant seem to get rid of but we have
to stay strong and try to blow it away
there is a piece of sunshine for everyone
you just have to keep on walking
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
My mind is at a disarray
Why is it a gloomy day
I need to ask you a question is I may
What part in this life do I play
My heart is crushed
My time feels rushed
My hair has not been brushed
And my hat made my hair smushed
My eyes are getting blurry
My emotion is that of fury
And I am in no hurry
I am craving a McFlurry
Riddle me this riddle me that
What's going on with my body fat
It annoys me like swatting a gnat
That eventually went splat
My mind is in a disarray
And this is all I got to say
I don't want anything getting in the way
I guess this is how I will end the day
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
How do I unravel thee? I shall figure you out
Whenever I see you, I just pout
You’re the numbers I can’t decipher
Your music’s similar to a pied piper
Thy voice lures me in unconsciously
A sweet sound of serendipity
That’s composed in an ancient writing
Written on a papyrus that’s so inviting
A puzzle with an abstract image
Even more complicated than a broken page
I focus on solving your deep logic
Wishing that I have such magic
They say you’re unfathomable
Because I am the only one who’ll be able
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Fonding the warm touch of the light,
faces around had a smile so bright.
It was a day to have a good write,
for the whole lot seemed right.
But the fine day turned into a dreadful state;
where everyone has gone and there was no mate.
Unpleasant things happened 'til it's late.
It was clear, fright became so great.
Every thing around was howling.
Terrified, you know your faith was shaking.
Thirst for the time of surviving,
you wailed and started praying.
Millions of seconds passed.
You're still alone, feeling outcast.
Not a thing to do, but remembering the past.
Helpless, wondering, "Is this going to last?"
You shouted help, but no one came.
You were puzzling if these were all just a game.
Hopeless, you tried to curse and blame.
A heart shattered and a soul lost its flame.
All is lost in the middle of the sea.
You tried to drown yourself to be free.
The minute you fled, there's hand you see,
Reaching you out, giving a new story.
-Steph Dionisio, July 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
Day by day,
night by night,
such a cliche opening;
I hate it.
Usually,
I can sit & write unbounded
but recently my brain's been
cleaved into microscopic encryptions.
It seems almost impossible to
...elucidate my mental paradigm
...or maybe to accept it?
Sometimes...
I find myself
yearning to write about nature
but then I begin to cogitate on
how aesthetic nature is.
Trees and flowers.
*"You and me.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
..under the trees.
R-O-L-L-I-N-G
...in the flowers.
You and me."*
****
Don't get things misconstrued,
I just love,
writing about love.
There's a girl I've never met
but mentally it feels like,
we share telepathy.
I feel like
...within the distance between us,
there's this distinctive cryptic aura
and I yearn to decrypt it.
****
...told you I just love writing about love.
Ironically though,
I'm far from ready for it.
-d.b.d.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
I might get a little lazy
even if its kicked a little crooked
I wont let it stop my flow
I'll still keep the ball rolling
I might come across some obstetricals
things might get a little puzzling
I might even confuse myself but
I'll put the pieces back together
there might be a few rocks on the path
I might crack the boulders or rip the seems
but each shattered pebble I'll toss aside
stitching everything right back in place
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
It's puzzling, really.
How in a year from now, you won't remember that sunset you lost yourself in.
Or how your fingernails are painted orange just like it.
You won't remember stumbling over that crack in the sidewalk
Because you were trying to recall the colors that make up her eyes.
Not focused on maintaining a steady stride.
And the smell of this room,
Will be soon be gone too.
Always far too soon.
It's like they never happened,
These little moments that fill up our everyday lives.
It's the ordinary things like these that matter
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC