The perimeter
Has been laid out;
A fine frame
To encase our landscapes.
We choose where to start,
Working from the top, bottom or sides,
And moving towards the middle ground,
Where land meets water,
The mountains are snow-capped,
The autumn skies are resplendent
With patterns of red and blue.
The copse is shadowy,
With dark green pines ******* soft clouds.
The white-capped lake will never quieten;
But we piece our puzzle.

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.

I sleep with puzzled thoughts of you. I sleep with the lie that I will find my way back for good. A place no one has ever been. A place no being could ever reach.

Its a beautiful lie, to feed yourself with fragments of memories that has never happened. We try to run towards the point of misery, hoping it will keep our sanity.

We lock in the truth inside our cells where no one could reach it. Trying to make our tiny beating heart believe it never existed.

I hope for the day that dreams wont be the only place where we existed. That reality is better cause its existing.

Let me wish the drops of water a place to fall.
Let me wish the sun a night to crawl.
Let my veins seep in the warm clouds.
A floating melody that makes me drown.

One day, I'll feel it too. Its all too good to be **** true.
So, let me sleep and count all the notes, my string of thoughts, and endless hopes.

A beautiful bright heart to follow.
Let me remind you all this tomorrow.

I wish there was a magic potion, a magic button, or with the snap of my fingers, a way I could forget you.
If only life were that easy, my mind would be butterflies and rainbows.
Not reminders of you and what you did or the last thing you said.
But here we are, that one road, a simple song, a mere activity, and you come rushing back into my mind.
All those promises, all those late night talks.
You can't tell me that it was all *pretend to you.
Because I know what we had was real.
What we had may not have conventional, but it was there.
There is no way you can deny those feelings, they were just too prominent to throw aside.
You see, you've managed to leave me in pieces, too broken to be mended back together.
Pieces that don't fit like a jigsaw puzzle.
I thought we had something but you left me with nothing and here I am, wondering why.
So ******* too, if you can be a ***** *so can I.
I've deleted your texts and I hate when you snapchat me.
You're sure as hell not getting any back.
**I wish there was a magic potion, a magic button, or with the snap of my fingers, a way I could forget you.

Being in a relationship was like doing a puzzle.
Always trying to complete it to view the beautiful picture we had to offer.
Our sides somehow fit together like they had been perfectly constructed for exact placement.
The four seasons cornered each end of our picture and changed everything around us, but never the potential of a great portrait.
Center pieces showed the shades of ourselves we so desperately searched for in the color scheme.
Our many shapes pieced what we needed to do in order to see the final product.
The love we once shard held the pieces of us together and revealed the picture of all we could become if we just prevented the puzzle from getting boring.
Discovering where each piece belonged was you struggling to read my mind, and knowing when not to.
I never imagined our final picture; that took such determination and careful execution would never been seen.

In the cracks of our piece of art lied the fears and guilts that grew thicker and made our pieces dull.  
Before our picture could turn dark by the cracks and disappear into the black I knocked out puzzle to the ground and put away the table that once so generously held us up.

But puzzles aren't fun by yourself.
Lately, as I scatter to clean up the pieces of our once adored scenery, I see yours are missing.
And my edges don't seem to fit correctly.

Cogitating the existence
Of another world
The puzzler is snapped out of their stupor
The one piece that will simply not fit
Glares at the puzzler
Just mocking them

Aren't we all
Just pieces that will simply not fit
In the grander puzzle

This world is strange
This world is unknown
This world is impossible

A thought drifts down to the puzzler
From the sky above
Striking them like a bolt
And they realize with a jolt
What if
They'd only been trying the wrong way
What if
They simply needed to look at this
From a new perspective

What if
They considered the form of the piece
Instead of the ones around it
In order to solve
This confounding puzzle

People claim that we are a puzzle piece
Looking for "the one" who fits us best

I think we, ourselves
are a puzzle, not one piece of a puzzle
But we ourselves,
are a designed problem
to be solved...

I think we, ourselves
are a puzzle, and every bit of memory
we have is a piece that makes us who we are
Either it's a vague happy recollection
Or sadness, madness
Or times of sorrow or loneliness
Every single piece is so very important
without them the puzzle wouldn't be complete
It makes us who we are,
as an individual...

Although ... in the end
there is a flaw,
we are made to never be completed
we are made to never find the last piece
As the piece itself has never been created...

At last, Some might say
that that flaw,
that missing piece,
is a blessing
why you might ask them...
they say that's what make us work harder
it gives us a goal
that's what drives us to do more
in this life we were given...

Many of us lost hope to find that last piece
Others are satisfied with what the accomplish
Some might even say they learned
to live without it... (it's part of our lives)
Others might find a piece that
doesn't fit but forced it to do so
THEN .... There are those who
are still up in the battlefield
looking for that one piece
that would never be found
but that doesn't bring them down
they find hope where others lost it
they find hope not only for themselves
but for the rest of us
And that's who we call true heroes
It's the fact that their desire to thrive
is strong enough to give hope to the rest of the world
Although, we call them
CRAZY
INSANE
OUTRAGEOUS
CREATURES
For they are my heroes...
as they keep failing
yet get back up
stronger that previously
they continuously
get stronger
and stronger
and **STRONGER

I am
A paradox
An endless code
A puzzle with missing pieces
But unlike any riddle,
I have no answer
I am not to be solved
I only require the effort of trying to be cracked down
All I need is some indication of interest