#rubiks - Hello Poetry

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;

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Aug 3, 2020

Aug 3, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC

pauliddy

Rubik’s Cube (a reverse poem)

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;

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My mind is like a Rubik’s cube It’s all scrambled up And only a few people can solve it

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC

Gemtastic

Scramble

My mind is like a Rubik’s cube It’s all scrambled up And only a few people can solve it

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The heart is like a Rubik's cube; Complete one minute, Scrambled the next. There is no algorithm to keep it whole.

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Jun 18, 2019

Jun 18, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC

ATouchOfPoetry

There Is No Algorithm For The Heart

The heart is like a Rubik's cube; Complete one minute, Scrambled the next. There is no algorithm to keep it whole.

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He put his heart on the poker table ‘he’s all in’ his face grim and unquavering, he thinks he’s able but the cards are stacked against him he plays all moves but the joker beleaguers his fingers they use his mind as a bullet practice board wearing their bullet proof vest so they’re well protected He’d been on a scorching quest for disaster was given a tepid glass of love in return They said his heart was a Rubik’s cube in a Swiss bank so he pulled the funds out took the risk rather than being a ******* He spends his heart on love, he realises its like a cigarette loaded with regret rather than nicotine so he took a cue, formed his heart back to a Rubik’s cube and put in a Swiss bank in the maze house

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC

ola_bajo

Unappreciated

He put his heart on the poker table ‘he’s all in’ his face grim and unquavering, he thinks he’s able but the cards are stacked against him he plays all moves but the joker beleaguers his fingers they use his mind as a bullet practice board wearing their bullet proof vest so they’re well protected He’d been on a scorching quest for disaster was given a tepid glass of love in return They said his heart was a Rubik’s cube in a Swiss bank so he pulled the funds out took the risk rather than being a ******* He spends his heart on love, he realises its like a cigarette loaded with regret rather than nicotine so he took a cue, formed his heart back to a Rubik’s cube and put in a Swiss bank in the maze house

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Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands, I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins-- “Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation, “Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.” *“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle. I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC

a-new-optimism

Defacing a Rubik's

Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands, I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins-- “Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation, “Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.” *“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle. I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*

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at this time of the night, where it's neither late or early, i lie in my bed, trying to figure you out, because you are my rubik‘s cube and i am your solver.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC

starlightning

10:49

at this time of the night, where it's neither late or early, i lie in my bed, trying to figure you out, because you are my rubik‘s cube and i am your solver.

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