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Literature Text
There is a sibilance between wind chimes -
A path for serpents through sharp
Prairie grass and down the runnels
Of martyred remains. Cinder slag
Left by the lions in the field,
Their many mauled femurs yawning
With the pleasure of being bodiless.
I am intimate with the discarnate,
Those unreflective bits of rust
Which burst flavorful on the tongue,
Like broken plates and red blooded
Fireworks.
Just a rogue coin clanging in the wash,
Soon to be removed.
A path for serpents through sharp
Prairie grass and down the runnels
Of martyred remains. Cinder slag
Left by the lions in the field,
Their many mauled femurs yawning
With the pleasure of being bodiless.
I am intimate with the discarnate,
Those unreflective bits of rust
Which burst flavorful on the tongue,
Like broken plates and red blooded
Fireworks.
Just a rogue coin clanging in the wash,
Soon to be removed.
Literature
we are not a fairytale
we are not a fairytale.
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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Literature
Self-love
Emotions flowing without shape, a river of songs wild and strange, harmonious light on the surface, dark dissonance lurking beneath, reflecting the beauty found in you, you looked and seeing yourself, fell in love like beautiful Narcissus. Transformed into a flower, I caress your delicate petals, before crushing you in my hands, only to see you reborn again, with your stem covered in thorns.
Literature
Why? (Sonnet)
Why? By J.C. Solis Why, My Father, did I go down this path? I ask for I am within such deep pain Why must I incur this merciless wrath? Why is it this path I just can’t refrain? Why, My Father, must I suffer as so? As my inner peace has now come to die This mounting woe just continues to grow Why does no one listen to my sad cries? Why is this life filled with pain and despair? Why must I live with the burden of sin? Why are my mistakes I cannot repair? Why is my soul filled with turmoil within? Why, My Father, must I suffer as so? For I am now lost, with nowhere to go…
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