Poem -

Puzzle

I am NOT some puzzle to be solved. I am someone to be experienced- a soul to be tasted.

Instead, I let you in, let you solve me, thinking that would be the only way you could really taste me.

I tasted and experienced every ounce of your soul and for the first time in the a long time,

I felt alive and my whole world became something different. I was haven and hell, brought together in my head. Fireworks like the 4th of July with ever touch and every kiss.

Never again did I think you would find you find my bliss.

Hating you is like trying to fight a puppy, pointless.

Because although you broke me down to my lowest, while I was down I looked up and found a whole new world to fight for.

The real puzzle is not to be solved but to be experienced and lived.

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Hi Lakeshia Moore
 

Strong write, my applause, my vote

Because although you broke me down to my lowest, while I was down I looked up and found a whole new world to fight for.

The real puzzle is not to be solved but to be experienced and lived.

Keep pouring more and more verses,

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Reply
author
Keshia

thank you and don't worry I have a lot of writing to catch up on :)

Reply
author
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Hi Lakeshia Moore,

Your are most welcome to our happy family Cosmo environment, I wish to appreciate and review one of your best poems through my column POET'S PEN with your kind permission.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Reply
author
Keshia

You definally have my permission, I love feed back.

Reply
Poem -

This Darkness

This Darkness

Fighting it back
Beating it down
Everybody hates seeing a queen with a tilted crown
...

Poem -

Lessons

Lessons

It is not her love coming to an end;
she will always have love tucked underneath her rib cage....

Poem -

Friends can break your...

Friends can break your heart too...

I miss you when I can't sleep
Or right after coffee
Or right when I can't eat
I miss...

Latest poems in Nonsense

Poem -

Nyctinasty

My melancholy blooms in the snow,
In acrid winter white.
Sunless, the taproots fester,...

Poem -

CALL I

ALONENESS PLAYS ON EVERY SCALE
TO THE NOTE IN THIS

IS IT THE BEGINNING AGAIN

AS SHE...

Poem -

What He... Taught Me

Sperm Donor collections

From the young ages of 11 to 15
My younger brother just 8 to 12
Ugh. The lives you ruined...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com