Jigsaw

"You're the one in seven billion puzzle pieces that I've yet to find."

Silly Little Boys

Oh silly boy, you mock, you play with fire
Did Mama never warn 'Don't be a liar'?
So after all these years you haven't learnt
that one fine day you will be terribly burnt.
Your sad lame life will flare up into flames
While Karma makes you suffer, take the blame
I will be there to watch from shore afar
to add some smoke, some sparks and ugly scars.
To silly little boys who don't share toys:
'Quit being such divas, heed your mamas,
get off your high horses, stop the drama!'
Next time not so easy I'm not this coy.
May dues be paid to end your kid charades
Perhaps the wicked taste of hand grenades.

Misinterpretation

You laugh because you do not understand. You never understand.
      How can you? You have never felt what I have. You have never seen what there is to see. You have never bothered to perceive what others have wished to hide from the world. The surface is easy enough to read. But have you ever really looked at it closely? If you did, you'd have seen its history - the lines, the wrinkles, the spots, the scars - that make up the story. You'd have pictured the little, unspoken paths that have been tread all through these years. You'd see how they all mysteriously point towards a dot, connecting all the tales, whether lies or truths. 
      I do not blame you for your misinterpretation. 

All The Different Kinds

Some people are vain. Some people are insecure. Some people think they’re all that. Some people are lost. Some people are weak. Some people are arrogant. Some people are hypocrites. Some people never talk. Some people can’t stop talking. Some people can’t stop talking about other people. Some people never think. Some people are always thinking. Some people are always thinking about other people. Some people are always thinking of themselves. Some people are always thinking of someone else’s downfall. Some people are initiators. Some people are motivators. Some people are reactors. Some people don’t react at all. Some people complain. Some people complain about work. Some people complain about people. Some people are stupid. Some people are foolish. Some people are competitive. Some people are not. Some people do great things. Some people talk about having done great things. Some people only talk about doing great things in the future. And occasionally, on one fine day of the year, some people just fucking piss you off.