Another Year That Mattered (Birthday 2024) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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Another Year That Mattered (Birthday 2024)
Another Year That Mattered Birthday 2024 By J.C. Solis What is it like to be much older still? For all through this life, I’ve yet had my fill Of the wonders and joy that I have seen Of kindness and hope, of which I still wean What is it like with one year that has passed? Of these memories which I hope will last And the making of more, I will now gaze At the next rising sun, my life’s new phase For twenty-eight years I have come to know The joys and pain that, to me, Life would show And with this, I hope to live for more years Without fear, even as my death draws near And so, I hope, through this birthday so sweet I’ll still have strength not to admit defeat…
The Heart That Beats (Poem) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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The Heart That Beats (Poem)
The Heart That Beats By J.C. Solis Within a lone heart beating with passion That moves forward in urge to take action The heart that craves what the world has to give So long as said heart has the will to live The passion inside, what our hearts now feel That makes all these moments feel much more real The urge to move on, the Hope we carry Will give us strength without urge to tarry The Heart That Beats strong and wants to live well And rise from the pit of sorrow it fell I wish to live on, I wish to now see The beauty of life, and what I can be But for now, I rest with aches and with pains My passion for life has far yet from waned…
For We Are Family (Poem) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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For We Are Family (Poem)
For We Are Family By J.C. Solis I’m sorry that you suffered within turn I know how your pain just started to burn I’m happy to hear that you are now well I know words cannot describe your own hell But know that you hurt us back in the past And the scars you left behind will still last You caused us great strife, even up till now And still, you managed to survive somehow But still, just know that, despite these cruel words And all the bitterness that has been heard You are still a part of this family We hated seeing you suffer and bleed For We Are Family, this much is true And hated to see you suffer and rue…
Judgement By J.C. Solis What have I done? And here I am now To face my punishment And to atone somehow What have I done? For I start to see That my sinful heart Was never truly free For this is my fate What I chose long ago As I am now judged And blamed as so For the things now said About me in the past Now mar my legacy These stains that will last And I don’t reject As I nod down in shame I am the villain I am to blame What have I done? These things over days As I erred and sinned In so many ways So judge me right now And nail me to the cross For this is my Judgement The honor that I’ve lost So judge me right now This is my shame Remember my deeds Remember my name…
The Year that has The Chance (New Year's 2024) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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The Year that has The Chance (New Year's 2024)
The Year that has The Chance New Year’s Day 2024 By J.C. Solis What happened then and what is now to come To broken hearts and minds that have turned numb What has happened yet and has happened still For sadness, rage, and violence will spill There will be those here and those that will die There will be falling tears and hurtful cries There will be blood, and there will still be pain There will be those almost driven insane But this is still The Year that has The Chance Despite all the hurdles within first glance That we can make the most of finding peace That time will offer us this hallowed lease This the The Year that has The Chance yet To make our lives whole and without regret This is the time where we lift off the floor For we won’t fear our own fears anymore And as the fireworks blast off to the sky Up to the heavens and providence high Will we know our lives can soar up as well And rise from the pit where our conscience fell The ambition of millions
A Broken Thank-You (Thanksgiving 2023) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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A Broken Thank-You (Thanksgiving 2023)
A Broken Thank-You Thanksgiving 2023 By J.C. Solis 1. A broken at home that cannot be fixed As through all this babble I am betwixt The screams of a clan that shout and bewail For this is a scene that cannot be paled When parent and son and daughter go out And give each other a good mighty rout The scene is set for a nighttime of din As we cannot let go our pride within As I am now caught in another row I hope my family will one day know The sorrow inside is heavy and grim The chance to enjoy tonight is so slim For my heart is heavy and can’t be healed So long as we fight, my heart will still reel 2. There is a sorrow to fight at this time During a time where we should be sublime This is a night we should gather as such For there is still lots to enjoy so much And yet, our hearts with arrogance abound Our own mantras toxic that fling and confound Though we say we wish to make peace tonight In truth, our real selves now come out to light We wish to control, to bicker
In Darkness, We Walk (Halloween 2023) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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In Darkness, We Walk (Halloween 2023)
In Darkness, We Walk Halloween 2023 By J.C. Solis In Darkness, We walk and let go our grief For this is the Eve we find our relief In Darkness, We feel our bodies now quake For We spread our mantra for all our sakes We spread our shadows and consume the light Though we promise to do good with our might We are the ones not afraid on this Eve For the scares and frights don’t leave us bereaved We are the Dark One who prowl the streets We are the monsters whom You will soon meet We are the Dark Ones distinguished to tell The Good Folk of Darkness who aren’t from Hell In Darkness, We Walk the streets for our sweets For this is the season of Tricks and Treats…
Hold My Cold, Pale Hands (Poem) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
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Hold My Cold, Pale Hands (Poem)
Hold My Cold, Pale Hands By J.C. Solis Every heartbeat does beckon Death closer With so little signs or chances to Heal The warmth that used to be in my Heart Is a strength that I no longer can feel The blood turned to water, the skin goes Pale The tragedy of this Plight is now real The draining of the Gift of Life causes My body to grow colder and start to keel These boundaries between our Lives and Death A boundary that at times seems so thin The Courage one has when they face the Blight Does draw what little strength they have within The cells running rampant with great fervor Gives light on why I now have a pale skin The Cancer of Blood that cannot be stopped The fingertips that feel jabbed by sharp pins The fate One has is mostly undefined As Cancer can happen to those you know You have no control over your body Which only adds to this growing of Woe The final moments before the Abyss Our virtues and values will start to show And for those who think that they are
Oh, dearest, how I've missed thee. Thou brought out my simplest needs. I've spent many an hour hence dwelling, shameful, on misdeeds. So, as I write remorseful and confess upon this page please note I'll always love you throughout this or any age. These crimes of human kindness, sans my conscience cognizance, enacted to amplify my vowels and consonants. That I might appease your mind and bolster my raptured heart, was my only intention executed from the start.
brand new massacre by harvestthegarden, literature
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brand new massacre
my body twists and trembles underneath the trails and petals of your brand new massacre. stained of your filth; i cry so long as you leave me alone but nothing ever stops, nothing ever helps. this feeling of nuisance crawling in my bones; in my veins; in my heart. the trails and petals leave scars on my now unrecognizable body of failed dreams.