Writing Prompt

Big and minuscule,

Wildy shaped, contrasting,

I don’t know what will fit me,

I connect what feels right,

Why does it feel wrong-

Why am I a puzzle?

I’d hate to be incorrect,

I want to be like other puzzle sets,

Who have themselves solved,

But my own pieces,

Draw out my own image,

I feel weird when it’s different from others,

It’s overwhelming,

As you scavenge through mountains, piles,

And can...

A puzzle has many parts,

Each coloured for a purpose.

Needing patience for the start,

To finish a picturesque circus.

I want to say I’m contrasting,

But my window views are cracked.

Time away is passing,

Intrusive thoughts haunt and tracked.

Why must I be ashamed?

I fear those who are offended.

So many to be blamed,

For the trauma they have blended.

Smash them into pieces,

Ignore me in the hust...

Come here, stay

I don’t want to be alone

I am but a puzzle

In pieces on my own...

_fire, fire_

_will you melt the haze?_

_will you burn away my doubts, my fears_

_and the weight of my wicked ways?_

_fire, fire_

_send me your blaze_

_let me see the embers_

_the flames _

_and the remains_

_fire, fire_

_won’t you spare me this honor?_

_set (both) me and my wicked ways on fire_

_as I can not be wicked no longer_...

A puzzle, me, in scattered light,

A fractured dream, that takes to flight.

Some edges shine, some softly fade,

A picture veiled, a soul remade.

I seek the fit, I yearn to see,

The perfect shape, that's meant for me.

A space awaits, a line to find,

A spirit's quest, with hope aligned.

Not whole, but close, a changing grace,

A puzzle's bloom, in time and space...

My whole life I’ve felt on the verge of something great but not quite there

Not quite close enough to touch it

Is it me holding me back or all these things inside of me that eat me alive?

Fear and self-doubt dancing in my aching mind

Despair and self-loathing feasting on my insides

Keeping me up at night and so far back inside my head during the day I have to scrape and claw to get back out

It...

Excitement embraces my creative carachter

As old kent road refuses to reveal itself...

He was sentenced to prison , for murder that he committed . I deserve what I get said the prisoner, but no remorse.God spoke to him in his dreams. God said those Pieces on your back represent all people you killed. For your penance, each piece of the puzzle will become razor blades and slowly and sharply be inserted in your back. You will experience horrific pain for each piece of the puzzle that...

I am but a puzzle

Pieces don’t fit

I think this one goes there

But rhe fit isn’t tight knit

How many roadblocks

In life does one have to get

Until they find the piece that fit

I am but a puzzle

Through the lost piece I sort

I try to fit in

To do so my mentality

Must contort

For I might not habe the right pieces you see

I am but a puzzle

I can’t seem to put together

Am I really being who I a...

There are pieces of me I haven’t yet uncovered.

And there are fragments of my heart shattered.

Before I can know these pieces, I have to mend myself.

But that means looking back into the past.

There’s blood on those pieces of memories - _my own blood. _

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And looking back is a wound I don’t want to uncover,

Haunted, scary, broken wounds - _on my own body_

Those pieces of me I haven’t uncovered wi...