Pieces Of Me

That heart beat that was never felt

Losing its own count
Ripped from the throat down
Suppressing all voices

Eyes that never saw

Pierces through to my soul
I guess those windows are tinted
Banging sounds that echo in my ears like explosions
When lungs don’t produce anymore
Frozen and need no donor

Rib cages braking in

Stab wounds at multiple spots
You could open and see
It’s not a puzzle
Organs burning with shock
Death of dirt inside

Am I breathing or static reacting to life?

My skull with scars visible to the naked eye
My words as tubes to feed those scars
These are not beats or pulses
Pieces that combined with age

Sizes of veins bigger than the amount of blood

My knee caps shifted because I kneel
My faith and believe is much stronger
Pulled strings like guitars on muscles
Face off, face on

Volcanic eruptions through my pores

My hair lifted and pointed in pain
Is that my brain?
My physical support is not structured when I’m standing
Take my hands and spread them

Let my feet bleed and burn with that distance

Pieces of me, let me be me in those pieces.
Pieces Of Me…

This is the time

This is the time

 

This is the time

The time I never knew existed
The time I never saw be created
This is the time I stand up and believe
The time I never shine dim deep in the dark
This is the time all beats in my heart become reality
All thoughts in my head brake through all the barriers

This is the time people said will never haunt me

Yet again in reality it surely did
The symphony of my blood travelling through me
The time I just wanted to stop
Pause, stop, breathe, stop and look at this time

This is the time that always mattered

With its surprise appearances
This is the time we all waited for
Patiently thinking out loud
Bashing our heads with misunderstanding
This is the time we just wanted to shine bright during each day
This is the time

I question not only the existence of time

But the ability to let this time take over me
This is the time that they always claimed, flies.
In the mist of it all, is still the same time that stands still
This is the time I decide to matter
Changes that change inevitably become clear

This is the time the ball in this pen never runs dry

The time comparison thoughts become useless
This is the time I just want to let simmer
Let it mold me from within
This is the time when directions never need a compass
Time itself never needed to be shaped round

This is the time I run through archives of misplaced words

Words that never fit anywhere
This is the time when rage will not save a soul
This is the time I just want to be free
This is the time when that freedom will be weight against comparison and selfishness

The time that knowledge will be tested against history

The time that will leave you beaten
The slams of life, the tests of your trust and believe
This is the time that will matter even after I stop writing
The time that I wish I could stop

The time people always wish to rewind

This is the time you just want to let it be
That time we wish would last forever

This is the time to wake up, stand up

And be blessed at being your best.