LooseLacesPoetry

Who’s the shadow underneath the mask Who’s the sad clown With a knife behind her back Who’s the secret whisperer And the maker of all dreams Who’s the fragile thread That connects present with the past Who’s the conqueror of pain Who is the child hurt and who licks the scars Who’s the voice that never stops As long as time ticks Who’s the watcher behind the tinted glass The true self never dies Covered by dirt and shame it hides It struggles its way through the tides The shadow and the mask The nameless one behind both lies

Cuddle with me, dear. I love the way your eyes glow Just like a demon #NaPoWriMo

I want to say thank you To all of you who Blackened my heart Ripping it into parts The tears are for you all Who only encourage my insanity Bleeding me dry Unable to appreciate me I sat with you despite Despite my better judgement Wanting to believe That we could mutually be happy It's all over It's over now The tears won't stop falling As I descend into a deeper depression I thank you so much Opening my eyes to this world Cruelty surrounds my soul I wish I wasn't so cold Buried on the day of my birth Judged for my self worth Nobody wants a runt So I was left by the curb I'm crying because I didn't mean to be alive If I could've I would've already have died I'm sorry for being a burden Maybe in the next life I'll be to your liking I'm reaching the end of my show The point where the curtains close Forever....... 4/24/24

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.

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.

With my back turned to the omnipresent sun, At my shadow I gaze, My head low hung. Understanding dawns of the damage being done. For the cruelties wreaked, Beneath this unrelenting sun.

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 God of a Schizophrenic By J.C. Solis Why must I suffer this pain so profound? Why must I keep this mind that is unsound? Why, My Lord, must I keep feeling this pain? A feeling that just never seems to wane Why, My Father, do you allow this woe? For why must I deal with this heavy foe? Why must I feel toyed, as part of a game? A victim of this Evil with no name For I clung to faith, which waned ever so And I hope that you will now see and know How, over these years, I have lost my mind How the world is cruel to those of my kind Why, My Father, do I hear not a word? Why have you abandoned your loyal herd? Why must my tears still be shed down my face? Why do I still not feel your warm embrace? I know some people would say that I’m wrong To sing your praise and honor you in song That I would dare to still honor your name Despite this ordeal being yours to blame But I’ve clung true despite these foul recants I’ve denied so long the seeds that they’d plant I’ve shunned

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

I'm a girl from the sun A woman from the sea I want to make fun I wanted to live free Thankful for these days Thankful for tomorrow The sun is settled it stays My unbreakable sorrow I want that to share With you if you really care I hope you will call I hope you never let me fall I hope you will be there If I really start to care About what is going on today I hope that this love will stay Sometimes if I say goodbye Another love will for me try So I will keep my life easy I just keep breathing Jill

“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

The Roofscape Runner Jeanne was no longer afraid. For the past twenty minutes, her savior had led her and her steed through streets and alleys, holding onto the horse's reins. They were now in a quiet place on de la Serpente street. Yet, when they had left the scene of the battle, onlookers who had gathered there had hurled taunts and jeers at them, but none had dared to pursue them. No, commoners and gentlemen alike had remained stunned by the devastation resulting from the seemingly impossible battle that had just taken place. Among all the exclamations that erupted, there was one uttered by an old woman that deeply resonated with Jeanne. "It's him!" she had exclaimed. "It's the Roofscape Runner! Good Lord! Look at what he has done!" Anxious murmurs had then risen from the crowd, but no one had echoed her sentiment. Now that everything had quieted down, the countess felt reassured and could leisurely observe her guide who walked ahead of her. The man was tall – easily six feet

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…