they don’t fit
antsy, they won’t sit
instead they fling
and bring
question marks
that resemble scars
they pour up
never down
umbrella clouds
removing doubts
apple stares
at stars above
all the pieces
they were never
meant to connect
it all makes me want to
throw a royal fit
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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Sometimes nothing fits until suddenly it does - and then everything feels perfect
This one’s got bite! It’s like a crown tossed in frustration but landing perfectly anyway. :)
“But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.” I Peter 5:10 NKJV Many puzzles are already overwhelming when you lay all the pieces out on the table, before you even attempt to put it together. And then sometimes foreign pieces get thrown into the same box and cause chaos and confusion trying to make them fit , until you realize they're not only in the wrong box but made by a different company. And then sometimes you have to consult the Manufacturer. 😇😊.
Haha. I Love it - I think I’m missing hidden meanings… 🤔