Pieces
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Address this letter to the pieces of myself I left in Pennsylvania.
The broken shards of the boy I used to be
The return address to where I learned that fear was a four letter word I would carry with me always.
I promise I’m not broken,
I just look this way
Because of the pieces I gave away
To fix the broken in someone else
But when something is no longer broken
They no longer need the one who fixes
I’ve fallen apart,
A million pieces in the floor.
Most of them are missing,
I can’t find them any more.
My pieces have been scattered,
Good friends are the ones that give you Russian dolls that
Come apart
Because they know that's how you're feeling
That you need a visual
Of the inside of your own heart
I am a whirlwind,
A tornado,
A hurricane.
I am a force of nature.
And I am trying
So, so hard
Not to tear you to pieces.
But
Storms were not meant to be contained
You want my heart? You can have it.But good luck finding it all,For I have already given Little pieces away...
To an old lady who didn't always remember my name
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
Pieces, broken pieces.
I am a puzzle piece, one that doesn't fit.
That feeling, burned down
Broken, can never be fixed.
Pick me up, move me around
Make me what you want.
My life a puzzle
I'm put together to make a beautiful picture
but when pieces are missing
my image not clear.
Someone will come along
and try to complete me,
in reality they will try but not get far.
When you strip yourself bare before another
You are showing them your physical flaws
You are undressing who you are underneath all the clothes
All you do is push and shove“You’re so distant,” then you’d say.Do you even want my love?“Save it for a rainy day”
In my puzzle,
The pieces mold together, and can’t be rearranged.Each piece stands for a part of me,And every completed section,Is a window,Looking into my past.
Man's world unfolds fool's gold
and wild vanities untold
The sake of being pious is valued at minus
Ruthless is cherished as highness
Brandished guns and sharpening knives
Young and innocent at 17 years old
His life and fate stands in the hands of a man so cold
Mis judgment of character and based upon looks
Zimmerman took it upon hisself for the life he took.
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When it's cold in the night we shall fight for our rightWe want shame to be goneFrom the land of the lightThe queen of the night is afraid of our might She teaches us the Qur'an Indeed an evil sprite
Far in the distance
A war rages
Staining crimson upon the ground
Battle cries of victors and the fallen
With every slash and stab
A soldier thinks of his family
The ones he may never see again
I am a voice of the shadows,
Forgive my hushed tone,
Because I am unknown,
Unable to waste away
But I am a voice unheard
Day to day.
No one can hear me,
But I can hear everyone,
Oh so clearly.
At age seven the boy's heart beats, at age twenty his heart bleeds. Died in peril, not in vein, the young man's heart feels no pain.
There is no peace left on this woeful, wistful world;
There is no wonder we worry about wages and wars—
Wars to be waged.
Darkness and violence lurk at every intersection,
Waiting patiently to strike—
Such a deep love, impossible to ignore
We're pulled together, while others pull us apart.
Love is forgotten, making life such a bore
The lost memories, breaking every heart.
From the birth
One was looked at as unusual weird, not normal
But why the eye deceives one to judge
Not of what you know but of what you see
Its hard when your trying to be
Not like he or she
But to be you
The room was light Misty and still As if to foreshadow the sunrise I reached the dining table To find it adorned By a half empty jar with roses Of five, six, or seven The number escapes All I remember is the moment I laid eyes on the most beautifu
