Write a story, poem, or short scene, that could be titled 'I am but a puzzle'.
…Almost there… I have collected bits and pieces throughout my entire life. I found one when I almost drowned. Another one when my aunt died. I found two when I lost my job and about a hundred when I realized that the love of my life thought it was perfectly fine to sleep with all the women he met.
I am almost complete…...
A pensive face interpreted as anger.
Watching my steps interpreted as sorrow.
Every sound in my mind lingers…
Always feeling my time is borrowed.
If I could speak of what holds my tongue,
You would understand why I appear so eager for violence.
If I could release the chains that bind my soul to my demons,
You would understand my silence.
If I could not recoil at a kindly offered embrace,
Todays one is tough.
Ideas are bouncing around my mind,
But I can’t quite land on a story or poem I’d like to write.
I could get alliterative with words and flows and hard p sounds,
I could write a short story where the main character figures it out somehow.
I could write a short scene where that character is me.
I could sit here all night trying to force this prompt to be.
But today’s one is...
Jane bit her fingernails, more the skin at the end of her fingers until she tasted the saltiness of blood. Then she sucked it. Looking and seeing the blood still oozing, she gently wrapped the gnarled digit in the brown coffee shop napkin and clenched it into her fist.
Jane struggled between enjoying the taste and warmth of her cappuccino and the acidic grumbling response of her stomach. Was Matt...
Humans call me the brain
Animals don’t know I exist
Gods often forget about me
I suppose I am a machine
With no end, and only a slight beginning
Constantly working, overwhelmed
Sometimes I’m different
Think differently, act differently
But I’m the end, we all end up the same
I don’t understand why I act this way sometimes
So hateful and ungrateful
So rude and uncaring
But the I remember
I am but a puzzle, taken apart, piece by piece.
I am but a puzzle, searching for the piece that fits.
I am but a puzzle, never complete.
I am but a puzzle, unable to control if I fit or not.
I am but a puzzle, too complicated to fix, so I am shoved back into my box and put away in the closet, only to collect dust for years to come, lonely and forgotten, for I am but a puzzle....
I am but a puzzle,
Though I am not a complex puzzle.
Some puzzles are 50 pieces,
While others are 1500 pieces.
At the end of the day,
When perfectly placed,
Every puzzle is a beautiful masterpiece.
I’m not sure how many pieces I am,
Nor do I think I want to know.
I know for certain I am not done being built,
I don’t think I ever will be.
Hour by hour,
Day by day,
Week by week,
I get bu...
Was I ever a blank slate? No Even from birth I was a beautiful canvas. The combination of thousands of lives, uniting into two specific beings, that would be my mother and father. Let’s not forget the divine guidance of love, that would allow the pieces of my parents to join together to Create me, let no man put asunder. Our ancestors names are a mystery buried in time, Yet here we are, So they mu...