LooseLacesPoetry

Broken By J.C. Solis What does it mean to feel sorrow inside? Why, to these feelings, we must abide? What is this forlorn feeling in the air? Why do our hearts seem to no longer care? What is this darkness that starts to surround? Why is this feeling so strong and abound? For though We have tried, we have come to fail Our pasts left behind are a broken trail And though we push forward with smiles at face There seems to be none that offers us grace It is a feeling deep in our heart’s source For we’re Broken inside and can’t push forth Whether job or at home, it’s all around And sullies our strength as it now confounds The worth in our actions is moot at most As the mirror reflects the gait of ghosts We are the Broken who cannot move on For though we succeed, our joy we have pawned As joy does not come from wealth or from heart As this stark feeling now takes its cruel start This is a Broken that so many feel A feeling that, to our Fates, it will seal As the sun and

I used to love your hot breath on the back of my neck. So thick I could write "I love you" in it. Now my dewdrop skin feels like a nuisance, and your body language reeks of indifference. How easily passion is replaced by lust. How convenient is the simple betrayal of one's trust? Relationship-based disintegration in exchange for instant gratification. Again, and again, and again. Until you have nothing left to bargain.

We wake up early Sipping coffee While the babies sleep I tell you About mourning doves How sometimes you can hear one A piece after dawn Between the fire Brown colored feathers

Bound and broken splinters split rail wrapped in rusting wire leaning beside openings smooth mud exposed stone Paths snake through wood green forest and grass fields to paint flaking sagging porch stairs and slanted farmhouses nesting in the rich earth of foothills below white peaks where frost lingers long after winters cold sinking sunlight clouds clinging to cliff faced waterfalls timeless deep pool mirrored reflections surfaces silver speckled trout rippled a grayish mist blue sky rises restless on bending tall grass beside the brittle iced creek ghosts of January 18th 1863.

The Unclean Man By J.C. Solis I became too lost to vice and to sin And I could no longer find peace within I became a ghost of my former soul For I did many things that took its toll I became lost in sex, greed, and desire All these joys that lit my heart on fire These were all things that I liked and enjoyed Now I must leave them before I’m destroyed For there is a price to pay for your past And these are all scars that will come to last For there is a price to pay for this strife A price that may cost you your very life For far too long, on these things, I have weaned For I have become a man who’s unclean…

We live happily forever In my memories Our love grows ever stronger And never do you leave. All that we shared It stays with me Like a precious treasure That only we can see. Happily forever In memories We laugh and dance together In the summer breeze. The best we were Will always be Happily forever Within my dreams. I’ll always be right here Happily Forever Like an endless melody Let's go on an adventure To where the sea and land embrace Let's dance beneath the moonlight And feel the sand caress our feet Doesn't that make you smile? Come, cuddle with me on this blanket And watch the waves ebb and flow They weave a dream for us to cherish A dream of closeness, ease, and vastness Stay still, I'll start a fire for us And warm our hearts and souls Tonight, nothing is impossible If we just surrender Look at the sky with me And feel the amazing journey That we are all part of This is the adventure that matters most The one that leads us to ourselves Let me share it with you Let's

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…

The beaver builds her dam with skill and care, Creating a home where her family can thrive, The lion has its den where it can roam, A place of peace where it can rest and be free, The robin makes her nest in a tree so high, A safe haven for her young to grow and fly. Bees live in hives, buzzing with life, Working together to keep their home secure, The bear retires to its cave, a place of solitude, Where it can hibernate through the long, cold nights, Gophers, rabbits, and moles all find solace, In the safety of their holes, hidden from the world. All creatures have families they hold dear, A place they feel is home, a sanctuary of sorts, The animals of the forest, simple and true, Do not claim to have a soul or need a higher power, They live in harmony, without greed or envy, Content with the life they have been given. They do not strive to be admired or adored, Nor do they seek to be superior to one another, They do not change themselves to fit societal norms, Or seek validation

“Are you sure this is going to work?” “I dare say that we haven’t become rusty with time!” The crowd that gathered under one of the tallest buildings of the city gasped upon the sight of five human beings (suspiciously short) fly over their heads. Yes, fly – they were riding on what looked like mops or broomsticks, supported with invisible rocket engines, for flames were dashing from behind them. Rhodie Smith was the first to gesture at the person to be blamed for the situation, who was standing on the narrow ledge, back pressed to the wall and not daring to move. In response her improvised transport hovered in the air. This better be quick, Rhodie thought. “Leland, stay there!” she called out. “We’ll get you!” “Don’t touch me!” Leland yelled. “I-I-I’m dangerous!” “No, you’re not,” Rhodie stated firmly. “I know you. You’re scared, and that’s okay. Allow us to help you, and then… I think at least one of us has an explanation.” “I’ll burn you!” Judging by his voice, Leland was

Streetlights cast soft patterns, woven within the mist. Upon a park bench’s timber slatterns, forbidden lovers tryst. I passed by unseen.

The Love that Lives in Pain Valentine’s Day 2024 By J.C. Solis Though I live every day as best as I can A foolish boy who wished to be your man I suffer to see you bask within light As I sacrifice myself to the blight I live in pain to see you rise and grow And I hope that my blood will rightly show That I’d bleed for you with all that I’d give So long as I still have my life to live And as I wake and return to my sleep And think of You within my dreams so deep I hope that you’ll rise and cherish the sun And smile at me, that your heart I have won For this is the day I tell you this, true I love you so much, and suffer for you…

Proclamation Flagellation Insinuations Allegations Man, I can’t take this aggravation! Mystified Tranquilized Moralized Criticized Same old routine Just a question of who decides Ratification Liberation Self-Realizations Hell, I’m for anything That causes sensations Placid Callus With just a tinge of cold dark malicious Madness Sadness Chaos Surrounds us Interpretations Prefabrication Don’t you sense the insane implications? Crazy to change Dance in the haze Damn, I wish we were allowed To explain Agonizing Prophesying Too many lanes we must choose to ride in Fortification Mortification Fornication Just a part of the cesspool Of creation Humanity Entities Every little creature Believing they’re free Innocence binding Hiding within Just another rhetorical question That we ask once again Communication Pronunciation I need to find me a Classification Revelation Salvation No more hesitation I’m ready for a Transformation Magnified Glorified Optimized Recognized New

Bill was in rare form this evening, swinging his arms wildly in drunken gestures, as he magically tried to unravel the secrets of the Universe. It had to be getting close to 3 a.m. We had been up all night both celebrating and cursing life with equal amounts of unbridled enthusiasm as only twenty-year-old Americans can. We sat at the top of an abandoned slate quarry. The company had apparently struck water and given up the enterprise of gathering slate long ago. This was probably for the best; slate was not used as it had been in the past. The days of slate walkways and roofs were over. Today walkways were made of prefabricated concrete molds and tar shingles were the only thing that covered our roofs. The water was over a hundred feet below us. Every now and then Bill would stagger too close to the edge, and you could hear tiny pieces of slate bouncing down the jagged cliff. 'Tim man you're dazing," said Bill, as he abruptly swung his arms toward me. "Sorry, I said, I guess it's

Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Evergreen, a feral kitten with a coat as wild as the forest itself wandered into the life of a kind-hearted man named Doug. He discovered her one chilly morning, her soft mews echoing through the stillness, and named her Crazy Cat in homage to her untamable spirit. Doug and Crazy Cat quickly formed an unbreakable bond. As the years passed, Doug's life blossomed – he moved from a cramped apartment to a beautiful house with a flourishing garden and married Jonnette, a gentle soul deeply connected to nature and magic through her practice of Wicca. Jonnette found solace in Crazy Cat's presence and soon noticed the extraordinary abilities the feline possessed. Jonnette adored Crazy Cat and understood that the cat had unusual abilities. Crazy Cat could come and go as she pleased, without any doors being opened for her, and she was an extraordinary hunter. Crazy Cat moved with an ethereal grace displaying a prowess that bordered on the mystical.

According to the great author Christian Morgenstern, the modern elephant (Elefant in German) is just the youngest member in a long line of numbered "-ants". The first one in this line was the "Gig-ant" (from Greek Γίγαντες, gigantes, compare English "giant"), with "gig" being a number that's so high that it doesn't exist anymore. Over the eons, the descendants of this humongous beast grew smaller and smaller, giving rise to Oliphants and Hierophants, and eventually reaching numbers known to man. Even then they didn't stop producing smaller and smaller children, until we got the Zwölef-ant (Twelve-ant in English), and even this elusive beast had to give way to a smaller creature, and so our elephant was born, with it's name derived from the number eleven (elf in German). But the shrinking of the beasts is inevitable, and currently the smallest known one is the Ottifant (from Latin "octo" which means "eight"). These diminutive creatures are only a small shadow of even the Zwölef-ant's

Pulsating, pustulating sore of a morally bankrupt nation driven insane by the marketing tools of lust and greed Pouring forth its toxic venomous filth of hatred, lies, and intolerance upon an emotionally numb divided world Constantly opening up new markets by forcing its brand of predatory capitalism onto underdeveloped sectors Ever consuming in its relentless unquenchable thirst for consumers Spreading over the land like a deadly virus the most dangerous plaque ever known to man All governments are corrupt well oiled soul-crushing machines, that never stop. They crush the masses beneath their weight, and we are the unwilling cogs that make it turn. The workers toil day and night, With no respite or end in sight. We are the robots of the system, and our lives are nothing but misery. The revolution is coming, It is inevitable and it will be chaotic. The madness of the masses will be unleashed, And the suppression of the government will be overthrown. The world is in