I am but a puzzle

That no one will ever solve

I am but a puzzle

Where a few pieces ,will always be gone

Like a cold case murder, 20 years old

Laying on the detective’s desk

Buried beneath all the rubble, hope & love

I am but a puzzle, wait ?

Maybe I’m the one

Who has been missing all along?

Maybe I’m just a ghost , now visiting…

The final piece of this puzzle!

But ,if I’m dead ,will it ev...

I am a puzzle, my pieces scattered across time and space. Some are so distant they seem to reside among the constellations. One of these elusive fragments finds its way into Orion, returning to form with me at sunrise, only to vanish again by afternoon, leaving me searching for myself once more.

Still whole, I remain a work in progress, with many pieces left to discover and countless constellati...

What is the definition of love? Is it love when you've touched their nude body, or is it love when none of that occurred and you pray for them and take into account their feelings, even if it means they've harmed you? Is love still as strong as fire in spite of pain…Will that person's love sustain for an extended period.....

I am but a puzzle although my pieces do not fit as they should. I am but a puzzle, not yet understood.

My edges are frayed, parts of me bent out of shape.Years of pushing my self to stay where I’m placed.

I am but a puzzle, nothing simple, a challenge or A riddle that leaves you perplexed.

A complex mix of many things, leaving you scratching your head.

I am but a puzzle.

That’s still not been so...

Please daddy shit in my mouth

Please daddy beat my on the couch

Please choke me and kill me til I pass out

I’ll be your slut you’ll have no doubt

I suck yo balls til u cum and shout...

“I have this theory,” my date said, “that you can tell a lot about who a person is as an adult just by hearing childhood anecdotes about them.”

“Okay,” I said, digging through my brain for a few anecdotes that I could safely reveal. “I, myself, am but a puzzle, so let me tell you a few.”

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The Clouds

My earliest memory is of my father holding me as he was taking me out of the car. I remembe...

We traveled to the Grand Canyon last summer. I didn’t know what I would find there, but it seemed like something was waiting for me. Charlie was being her usual self, smelling like her usual self.

Mom told us to load up on a Thursday morning. I had mixed feelings. I didn’t know that you had written all of those stories! It kind of made me feel like I needed my journal to measure up, but I also kn...

I am but a puzzle

Broken apart before the lid was lifted

By unknowing hands

For years the wrong parts

Forced unto each other

Jammed into ideas of the image on the box

Always undone or forcibly bent

The empty gaps lost beneath the table

Desperately destroyed

And redone

And destroyed once again

The ticking of the clock begins to fade

And the hands are older

Fingers maybe stronger

But it is not was...

(This is something I wrote when I was twelve. I wanna see if u guys can guess what it’s about. Yes, it is a rather taboo topic, but the writing was pretty good for the age level, so I thought I’d share)

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Why does the bee buz? Why does the bee get angry at strangers coming closer into contact? For I ask, _Great Nation_, what, so called _Great Nation_ are we if we are like the bee...

Every being has things

That it likes

That is needs

That it hates

Just finding these things out

Can bring you closer

To figuring out the

Puzzle of Humanity

“Why does one act this way?”

You only need to dig

To find the peices

That they have hidden below the surface

Some are larger puzzles

Than others

But it all comes down to

Puzzle Master

“Why does one have so many layers?”

Why do humans have...