“We’ve been hearing complaints at 1408 Ocean View. Gonna need you there as soon as possible.”

The shadow across the detective’s face lifted for a moment as he tipped his head up. The wire of the communicator dangled loose, snagged on the gear stick. He leaned closer to the speaker, his words delivered with perfect pace and sharp clarity.

“We’re on it,” he said, the weight of his thick British ac...

I bet the world on you, to many times

Crazy because I didn’t mind

Guess it’s to much

I can’t belive it takes this long

For you

To love me

Is it even worth a try

Dare me or not

Is this just a fantasy

Why won’t you even put out a hand...

Messy pieces scattered on the floor, some knowing where they belong, some still finding their place inside of the final product. What is it meant to look like? What object(s) is it creating? I can only see fragments and imagine what the bigger picture is. Sometimes I work to figure out where each piece belongs; make progress in the “puzzle,” and sometimes I let them lay. Scattered. All the pieces ...

I am but a puzzle,

But would you ever rearrange me

To fit the vision in your mind?

I am but a riddle,

But would you ever look into me,

Find the deep answer that lies?

To you, am I simple?

To you, do I make sense?

Do you understand my mind’s thoughts,

Hidden in my presence?

To you, do I need to,

Be rearranged within?

Will you ever understand me,

With your eyes past my skin?

I am but a puzzle,...

A sum of my parts,

My joy is from the journey.

I might be missing a piece or two,

But that won’t matter until the very end.

When it becomes too important to overlook.

But then a new journey begins in trying to find those missing pieces of myself,

Self-discovery,

A road to recovery.

Throw away the box I came in,

Get to know me for me.

For I am but a puzzle....

I am a puzzle

Comprised of multiple pieces

Each piece designed to be itself

Not necessarily taking on life

But reflecting my life’s hurt, pain, emotions mindset and health

How many pieces can you put together until you see a full me

How many pieces are there

Just two hours worth or an infinity

Each piece tells a story, can you see

The firsts of many and the lasts ofs are more than one

The ...

It’s consuming me, the amount of restraint required to hold onto the integrity of my pieces.

Staying put with the illusion of safety, letting the elements take the blame for me fading away. Or to face the days accepting that my edges have lost their shape because everything that cradles the ego is the first thing effort takes.

Nothing will fit quite the same; I pay it, the currency of time well s...

Some of my pieces are missing, lost in the pockets of others or hidden beneath another piece. I’m a jigsaw where the final image is unexplainably wrong in the most subtle ways. The colors are too bright for this corner, the center is not meant to be shaped that way. But that’s the way I put myself together, and surely that is good enough, isn’t it?

I can be difficult for people to figure ...

Every person who

I have met

Or will ever meet

has contributed a piece to me

But they don’t click.

A puzzle doesn’t quite work

Because every piece fits together neatly

A puzzle has borders

A mosaic is never-ending

Always changing

Edges undefined

Swirling colors reflecting under

different lights

So maybe I’m a mosaic of everyone

I have met

Or will ever meet...

I am but a puzzle,

of strange peices picked up along my way.

They do not fit perfectly,

but manage to keep their shape.

Creating a mish-mashed painting,

Glimpses of anything I’ve ever wanted to be....