Pieces

[Locket]

I don't know exactly what they are. It's definetely not poetry (I could never get the hand of metres and rhymes and whatnot). It's not an essay or a story. It's just something.
It's not even all that good. lol. So be easy on me will ya? Sorry but its rather scrambled and abstract.

Pieces
Pieces, Our lives are in pieces. Sometimes jumbled, sometimes carefully arranged, but still in pieces.
Puzzle pieces, that if fitted togther, would form a masterpiece. But mostly they are the jumbled sort, confusing and scrambled.
We give a piece to everyone we meet. A piece of our lives, a clue to our soul. A glimpse at the tapestry of our being.
A piece for church, a piece for school, a piece for home. A piece for peers, a piece for adults. A piece for strangers and a piece for old friends. One for teachers, one for family, one for parents.
Some give their pieces freely, some with reluctance. Some pieces are counterfeit, special for hiding the real puzzle. Many pieces are shallow, true but not everything. A smile, an "I'm fine". An easily recognizable piece in your jigsaw.
But the treasured pieces are the ones hidden deep inside, camoflauged (sp?) by all else. The tiny purple flower hidden in the shadows.
Inside is a special box divided in two. One is labeled "Dreams", the other "Fears". These are the most powerful of all. Kept under lock and key, never to be released.
Friends see one or two if they're lucky. The box holds nothing trivial or light. Not the wishes or phobias hat are shared over a meal. they are deep and secret, guarded beyond all else.
To be given one of those pieces... that is an honor beyond all else.
But for now our pieces are given one by one. The box is locked shut and our masterpiecce is veiled.
But God is the maker of the masterpiece, the ultimate puzzler. He holds the key to every box. He sees the final result. Let him unveil you to the world.

 

[Elfwithgrace]

Yay! you posted. Your "work" or whatever you would like to call it...personally I would call it a work, but anyway, is very good. The abstractness of it adds to the title. It is very good. Job well done.

 

[Locket]

 

[Locket]

Here's some more "Somethings"

What's wrong?

Something's wrong but I don't know what. Something happened today but I don't know how. Something makes me feel different but I don't know why.
I'm out of touch, out of focus, messed up, something's missing, something's changed. My view's been messed with my world's been tilted. And yet I don't know how or why.
There's been an alternation, a mutation, a variation. Something's wrong but is it bad or good? My life has been jumbled, just a small part. Or is it small? Is it big and I don't know it?
Who knows. Not me. A piece has been rearranged, a key has been turned. But what was it? I'm confused but what about?
I need an answer but I need a question first. Something's been shifted and been moved. It may be a speck in the focus of my life. But then it may be a centerpiece that I don't know of.
A strange feeling, a sixth sense, a weird twist of a teenage mind. Something large out of something small. Or am I exaggerating?
It may be something, it may be nothing. We'll have to wait and see.

 

[Locket]

Well THIS should be an interesting subject...


The Teenage Mind
The teenage mind is the library of paradoxes. Straight and orderly yet jumbled and confused. Know-it-all and puffin-up yet lost and naive. You know all yet know nothing you have everything yet have nothing.
You're a quagmire of confusion and wandering. You try to act cool but your self-esteem is at an all-time low. You have solid ground or so you think. What seems shaky may be stable.
Orderly noise is what you want, what you crave. You can't control your world so you pump up the amps. What you hear, you can control it.
You look at the people around you. They all seem to have it better. Have you looked inside? The kids surrounded by a group of friends, all alond they fade inside themselves again. And yet the loners have sometimes the greatest joy. They know who they are without others deciding.
They don't disappear in a sea of faces they stand out and take command.

Unfinished as of yet. That's what we are. A lump of clay only partially molded. The pressure builds as people try to mold. Parents and teachers, pastors and friends. TV, singers, magazines. They all try to push us to their standards. Let us breath let us live.

 

[Locket]

Will you? (It's based off of a P.O.D. song, before they turned secular)

Will you stay? Never leave? No matter what? Stick by me no matter how I act or what I do?
If I'm irresponsible or rude, if I have a bad day or a bad week, if I'm snappy or sad, if I'm "hitting a bump", will you be a rock by my side?
If I lash out and hit you in the process will you take offense and leave? Or will you recognize it for what it is? Will you just remember yesterday? Or will you still be here tomorrow?

The Place

I have a place, do you have a place? A place all your own? Somewhere to disappear to, somewhere to shelter youself.
A little island, whether in real life or in make-believe. If pressures get too much and the world seems topsy-turvy, where do you go?
My place is in my head, my own little place. A threshold no one can cross by myself. I alone hold the key.
It's a place my imagination made, my own little place. There I forget everything else and let my mind go for a ride. Imagining dragons and fairies, retelling old stories and making up new. The walls of my place are decorated with stories and adventures I will never have.
Shelf upon shelf, filled with old dusty scrolls, adventures made. It's fun to dig through those scrolls, relive old tales. I turn wrongs into rights. i make twists and turns no one could ever imagine.
This is my own little place. What's yours?

 

[mochagirl]

Those are great, Locket! Very thought-provoking.... Mucho bueno.

 

[thecarlyjean]

deep.. real deep......

 

[jko]

I really like Peices and The teenage mind. Good work!

 

[Locket]