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Madeline Killeen May 2017
I am glad you
Have her now
She must fit
Better, I think
Her hands in yours,
Your bodies
Wrapped together.
We never fit,
We were
Two puzzle pieces
That look as if
They belong, and
You try, you try to
Force them to bend and
Fit together,
But you can’t.
Maybe I was too big,
Or you to sharp,
We almost fit.
I hope she does,
I hope she is your
Missing puzzle piece
Invisible Dec 2018
Goodbye, everyone.
The girl I used to be is gone.
All that's left is her pieces.
Too many left to miss.
Now a dark abyss,
Her mind still exists.
I would say she's better off dead
But she's still stuck in my head.
Now my fears are constantly fed.
There's so much I regret.
She's broken,
Too broken to fix.
She won't come back,
So you're stuck with this.
Rest in peace, old me.
While I rest in pieces.
The pieces you left behind.
The pieces that you never needed.
The old me is gone, but she's still here. In the back of my mind feeding my fear of not being good enough because she was good enough. I changed a lot and I can't go back even if I wanted to. I can't be that person again...I don't how.
Napolis Oct 2018
Lost in the
deep end of
your Auburn

unable to
catch my
breath nor
wanting too.

so many
and sheltered
that move
across your
eyes mesmerize
this moment
unlike anything
else I have
ever known.

hearing your
voice next
to me
I feel
like  a
fat calico
cat with
my belly
being rubbed
over and
over to
my hearts

and the
beauty of
you is
in a
falling star,

it is
in this
moment that
rises up
to embrace

the calling
of wonder
and the
simple smile
that blesses
your face.

and in
this moment
I am
a child.

I am
a child

with you.
Lumi Dec 2018
In Loving Memory Of My Sanity
"Ah, " said Mr. Pithy, fixing himself up.
"What a phenomenon it was."
And he stared deep into the night, attempting to comprehend something... anything...
And no one knew if they saw him
or if the night reciprocated his gaze…
Originally the ending of a short story about a man realizing he was dead. Cliche, but it was on my mind.
Reza Bavar Jun 2016
What is a Legacy
What's the equation that leads to the sum that is
The curtain draws as it must and
when it's done...
We spill out of this "Life" a grocery bag of idiosyncrasies, neuroses, hypocrisies, and other I-sees
What are we in the end but broken pieces of a puzzle we leave for others to assemble--who cares if the pieces fit.
Someone found a Kind word here
Another a Generosity
A memory of a Lie
Proof of a Cruelty
Acts of Humanity by a human being acting...
Who knows me well enough to define my Legacy?
Who else but "I"
I like spoken word poetry (a lot) and this poem works best if it's read in that type of tone.
Rox Oct 2018
He lays
While the leaves sit underneath
the brilliance of sincerities tree,

and thinking to you
were all the things done by.

As it were
Pages left turned and inkless
What's left behind inside
the minds of an intertwining summer
a conclusion predesignated.

I saw to you,
just as I waved hello to goodnight’s moon.
As they touched along the surfaces
fleeting into the skin
A welcomed wound.

And didn’t you know,
That the pictures I stole
Of every point of you
Were etching onto sheets of heaven
into the reflections of the mirrors
that sit before your bedside.

While it rests
with mixed spirits,
the roses that I bore

Passing through glowing bodies
are the images you started to dream with me
while the silences burrow

A judgement left only partially bridged.
Melded with the manifestation of adoptions quest

And as the calls ring in secluce,
I still feel that this alley is ghostless
Lest this vase breathe the life
of unwilted flowers

where the flip sides meet
on the evenings tides
joined by charmed indifferences

in company with the character
of an old flame,
only tangible with
lights which lay ahead.

medleyed in to what's to be.

Thank you.
Tatiana Dec 2018
The sky is whiter than normal.
The cloud cover makes you sick.
It's the first snow of the season
You wish it didn't exist.
A blizzard beneath your eyelids
when your body grows weak.
You fall off the edge of a precipice
one that has no right to exist.

It all seemed to fade away
in pieces.

The snow is coming down
landing on your face,
and you frown.
You dislike how it collects on the ground.
You wrap your arms tighter
around yourself.
You can't admit you're cold.
You can't ask for help.
And I see you shiver
your way through ****.
Like you're an icy mirror
You reflect myself.

The ground ceased to exist.
What was once so solid,
so real that the dirt stained
whatever it touched.
It burned away in these
eternal flames.
That I found myself trapped in.
****, is my home burning?
It's always so **** hot.
I used to drip with sweat.
I haven't drank water in over a year.
I don't sweat I'm dehydrated.

It all seemed to fade today
in pieces.

The flames are rising high
ready to leave ash in my place.
I'm sure my horror would show
if I could truly feel my face.
I wrap my arms tighter
around myself.
I can't admit I'm burning.
I can't ask for help.
You see me burning
my way through life.
Like I'm the reflection
of your strife.

It all seemed to fade away
in pieces.
It all seemed to fade today
in pieces.

© Tatiana
Here's a little song I wrote (you might want to sing it note by note) lol. But this is a song I wrote. I tend to just play a chord progression on the piano and then sing whatever comes to mind. I record the result of that on my phone and then I collect the lyrics and form them into something that makes sense. And this is that result.
September Rose May 2018
Does my life want to end itself
I know I'm not one to have these thoughts given a bubbly personality
But every day it seems my life drifts farther from reality
I cry
I scream
      to no one

Maybe if they find me leaking out the back of my skull
They will look back to find signs they know would tell
But there were no signs
I'm that good

Every waking moment tests my grip
As my eyes twitch my mind slips

I've lived a life of shattered smiles
Broken songs
****** up lies
But I put back the pieces so well every morning no one can tell
I'm that good
For all worried
I'll tell you don't worry
It's just poetic
A horror movie scene as the heroine escapes.
Everything is still besides her convalescing breath and the distant, chasing wind.
Not a noise is heard except the fall leave's rattle and the birch wood's moaning bark in the moonlight.
Her body slouches into the protection of a lone shed, and shrouds itself in the aroma of cut grass.
A tense brow relieves and tired eyes close, thankful to receive the momentary peace.

A possible misstep turns the wary peace on end with the jagged cut of broken leaves. The once relieved brow now concedes surprise as wild eyes are cast towards an opaque barricade.
Sly pieces of garden equipment leash the woman's weathered jacket in place as she attempts to stand.
A cackle is heard, a shriek undone.
To spite the brittle wood, that formulaic jump-scare-skeleton-hand bursts through the shed's solicitous walls, set to declare the last of a weary soul as his own.
The wind catches up and spearheads any hole it can find.
It begins whistling around the dim room like a tornado elated to havoc behind a castle's walls.
The tree bark howls, the leaves, now delight.
We learn there is no reprieve for a begging champion.
The camera slowly backs out of the splintered hole, and pans over a silhouetted forest to face the waning moon.
The hero succumbs with muted screams to a gore far below and out of frame.

Our only closure, a somber black screen, with bright white letters, slowly scrolling up.

The end.
Just something I had fun writing, figured not posting it would be a waste despite it not being "poetry", just an experiment I guess. I feel like it would be good, in like, a high-school, short story competition. *****.
XyL0S Nov 2018
Colours have faded
off the walls
but the walls remain.
Joyfulgurl Dec 2017
You smashed it all up
Like you don't give a ****
After I built it back up
No desire to clean up
All the pieces so small
Now I can't collect them all
I have no clue what to do
But sit here again with a **** ton of glue
J Oct 2018
Clenched broken glass
cut deeper, which takes
a longer time to heal.

So let the jagged pieces loose.
Let it slip between your fingers.
Let it fall into its place.

Let it go.
Let it go.
Gabrielle Isa Aug 2018
I gave too much of my heart to you.
So now that you've broken it,
What am I supposed to feel with?

How do I put myself back together,
When you left me no pieces to pick up?
Katie Dec 2018
It’s strange how
So few words
Can break me
In a way I’ve never felt before
Like everything I’ve dreamt
And hoped
Is shattered
Into a billion shards

All of jokes
And promises
Like when you said
“When i meet your family”
It scared me at first
But now i see it
You and my mother
Getting along so well
But that won’t happen now
Because you don't know
And you don't feel
Like i do
I wrote this very drunk last night after a boy broke my heart for the third time now but this time it’ll be the last time
You like wine, don't you?
I don't know-
I haven't made up that part of you yet.
I have hundreds of fragments and random scribblings lying around so I think I'll start throwing those on here.
I D Lowrance Sep 2018
My fAmilY is bRokeN into PiECes.

What would you do if I told you
I caRry them around on my poCket as a sad attempt to put them back together aGain?
Sometimes I do get hUrt...
Often I find myself reAching into the pits of my pockets so eaGerly I forget just how ShArp and how hUrtFul those PiECes could be.
It seems nobody knows just how dEEp those PiECes could reach
They don't see the blOod as it seEps
DoWn, into the fibers of my being.
And no matter how haRd I try to waSh the stains of paiN away they stAy.
They may fade with time, but I know those feelings will aLways be in my miNd.
My FaMily is bRokeN into PiECes
PiECes that were'nt meant to fIt back toGetheR again...
ThatBrokenOne Dec 2018
It has been almost a month
A month since my heart has been broken
Broken in a million pieces
Pieces of me still love you
You where the only one that I could talk to
To you I said everything I want to talk about
About that day I had, but not that one
One day of my life has never been so bad
So bad that it broke me in two
Two people made one, you and I
I will never forget you
You where *are the love of my life
Life we were shearing together
Together we were happy
Happy like that, I'll never be again
Again I hate my life
Life that I resented so much
So much that I wanted to commit suicide
Suicide, was the only thing I could think of, until I met you
You were the one that saved me from death
Death is what I think about again
Again, I am in that ****** place in my head
Head first, I went into that relation
Relations are supposed to last
Last month you broke my heart
My heart will never be the same again
Again I want to die
Napolis Nov 2018
Your soul


at night under



and your




out loud

a favorite lyric


the universe,

like a comet

fire and embers


the ordinary

does not

become you.

what is

over the

next hill is

more your

gypsy style.

and I

watch in awe

of you,

everything in

your life

before you.

not a yo-yo

on a string



who will

leave and

then always

return to

the same

place again

and again

and again.



your kisses

have great


I am certain,

like the sun

the moon

and the stars.

you hold them

in your

eyes  I

I can see


sitting there


in the

Emilie Dec 2018
They're not messes
They're people
but that won't pacify the damage
Where I was and where I am
Are very different places
And the time that's lapsed between them
Is trifling as dew
as it wraps around us in the morning but
gone before the dawn
ThePoet Nov 2015
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken.

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken.

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken.

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
You’re piecing together the parts of my heart
little by little
Your fingerprints are still all over
I don’t know how since I’ve tried to wash You out
I’ve pushed You away from me and I’ve blacked out
now I know that
each minuscule part of me is laced by Your fingertips
every ounce of myself has You written on it
and I truly can’t escape You no matter how hard I try
my soul will ever flow with Your echo of joy inside
you’re piecing me together
and I know that you can see
the parts of my heart
belong to You now more than ever and they will always belong to me
chichee Dec 2018
The morning light shines a lifeline-
escape is what I need.
but tell me if I run away,
How long will I bleed?
I'll give you my best side
tell you my best lies.
Go on and light a cigarette
Set a fire in my head tonight.

Ever thought of calling when
You've had a few?
Spitting out this talk 'cause all I want
is you saying
Come over here and sit next to me
I'll run to you till I
Can’t stand on my own anymore.
Hoping, praying,
Wasting borrowed time-

I'm first in the water,
Too close to the bottom,
With eight seconds
left in overtime-
It’s not love,
but it’s better than
All lines are lyrics from my favourite songs: Fumes- Eden, Grave Digger-Matt Maeson, Trouble- Halsey, Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench, Capsize- Frenship, Over My Head- The Fray, Honey-Johnny Balik, Do I Wanna Know-Arctic Monkeys, Homemade Dynamite-Lorde, Sit Next to Me- Foster and The People
paige cochran Aug 2018
my heart is stuck in the hands
of someone not worthy
of holding such a fragile part of me.

it has been broken,
crushed between their fingers,
yet i still let them carry the pieces
because i dont have the strength
to do it on my own anymore.

being alone for so long
is so tiring
that even the filthiest hands
look as though they were designed
to carry diamonds.

the need
the want
the urge
to spread all the love that has been
building up inside me
grows so strong
that it blurs any sense of good judgement
i may have.

i gave all of my love to someone
that my mind knew would
only hurt me in the end,
but my heart still yearned for.

after a while,
they got tired of my love.
they moved onto their next victim
and did all the same things
i fell in love with
to someone that wasnt me.

their collection of hearts
continuously grows
and larger.
their hands are full of broken pieces.

i cant tell which are mine anymore.
and i will never
get those pieces of myself back.
originaly written : 8.1.18

i know you will read this.
know it is about you.
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2018
If I am gone  
vanish like pieces
into the atom.

It ain’t complain
lets drawback
spur in rhythm.
Pyrrha Aug 2018
We always talks about putting our broken pieces back together
Or we speak of mending another with tape and glue
Like stitches that won't undo
But putting the pieces back together wont make them new
Why don't we ever think about picking up each others broken parts
And placing them where ours once were
Instead of fixing a puzzle with missing pieces
Why don't we become art
And fill each other with beautiful parts?

All that you find broken about yourself
All that I find rotten within my hollow shell
Are colorful pieces to complete a work of art
If you take some of me and make it beautiful
Then perhaps one day I too could see the beauty I betray
I'll do the same for you as I collect these magnificent additions
To the masterpiece that I make of myself
One day we will become Mona Lisa and The Starry Night
Not only will we be the art we will become the artists
As grand as DaVinci, as unique as Van Gogh
We will fill this world with our broken art
And make others learn that there is beauty in every splintered part
Blackwolf Jan 30
I look for you
In every place
In everyone
Pieces of you remain
scattered amongst different places
inside the souls of strangers
I keep trying to piece you back together in my life
But I can’t
Because your gone
no one will ever be you
maybe that’s because you put me together
And I fell apart when you left
Stu Harley Sep 2018
wings like
pieces of sky
David Bryan Lao Sep 2018
"Why don't you pursue her?", the moon asked.

"Because", the philosopher replied "she has given pieces of her heart to so many men. Her heart is all over the place."

After a long pause, the philosopher added, "I don't want just a piece. I want it whole."
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