#poetthoughts

A puzzle starts with one piece, and then you look through to find pieces that share features that make you believe they will connect. Sometimes, the shape of the piece you believe will fit is slightly off, and your brain played a trick on you. So then you keep looking for other pieces and eventually forget about that one that did not fit. Whether you find the piece that fits or not, every piece is a piece of the bigger picture. You need to build up, find the pieces that connect you to that one you were 'slightly off' with, and you will then connect other pieces to that one piece and because you placed it where it was meant to be, you created the most beautiful piece of art. What I'm saying is, Just because it did not fit where you first placed it, does not mean it does not belong in the picture. You did not fit into my life when I wanted you to, but maybe one day you will fit into my life where you are meant to.

Urges come And go But what stays Is What kills. Urges bring alive the thoughts That dance deep within But eventually, we all want to be seen So they bring pain upon My skin I urge to quit And end this fight But what stays within Is a deadly fight The one man battle Between us all We scatter amongst the trees ....So tall! So that we, Can feel how we feel amongst none at all. Small. Is what I feel. The world caves in, when my thoughts take over. I shrink And shrink until no can see How much I struggle right in front Of them all. This pain Makes me feel so Small.

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“Stitches”

How come  beauty is only found when only our eyes like what we see? How come,  we only know love to be loss. How come? The stars: the worlds design already dead and left behind. But we still adore with such delight  we sit outside and love whats in sight. We do not appreciate those around you, until they are buried five feet deep. We do not say “I love you” and “have a good day” instead, we slam the doors  in their face. We do not love before our eyes instead we mask what we despise. worn disguise  so beauty is met before your eyes. How come beauty is only before your eyes?  how come love is only felt once they’ve lost the one thing they love more than all. How come.