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Cracked Shards fall off My Frame as I walk With myself being pale and almost white as chalk To the Destiny that lies to me just ahead To suicidal thoughts wishing myself to be Dead I hear the pain of this world, so full of hurt and of fear As I cherish all I own and the people I love dear I wonder where I will go, so laden full of guilt Which I desperately hide even though as I wilt For these were the times that my heart was full of Sorrow These times so dark where I fear the coming of Tomorrow And with a mind out of whack and my bones ready to Crack As my illness and my enemies do start their Attack For I am The Broken Man And My Pieces are scattered Everywhere As I cry over petty matters that do not scare And cry at the dangers that have me ensnared I cannot find peace in the things that I love And no salvation comes with the arrival of the Dove I just wish to fill the hunger that never sates Lest I lose my own mind and fall for a Terrible Fate

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…

You will Know Someday when it gets quiet, you’ll know. When you no longer get that text message. When I don’t respond to you when you try to reach out. Someday it’ll all be over. There will be stillness in the air. Maybe the sun will shine on you brighter that day. Maybe the wind will creep up when you least expect it. When the sounds of footsteps become the whisper in the air. When the sound of laughter dulls to a hum. When everything around you feels off. You’ll know. There will be no more reaching out. Instead, you’ll bask in the comfort of your own silence. You sit there with not a care in the world. As you close your eyes and take a deep breath in, The air seems different. Maybe it feels like pain. Maybe sadness. Maybe it reminds you of a time when things were easier. Maybe it will feel like heaven. You’ll enjoy a walk alone. Perhaps through the woods or along the beach. Nothing and no one there but you and time. The stillness, the calmness. It will feel peaceful. When it

Little Life Left By J.C. Solis I do not have now much longer to live I’ve already given what I could give I do not know what awaits for me now As the curtains close and I take a bow What I did in life had no consequence The good I’d do with no second thought hence I want to know whether I will mourned Whether in good grace or filled with great scorn Just know that I die accepting Death’s call Because, in the end, the Grim comes for all Just know I was happy with what I had Filled with emotions, from Sad, Mad, and Glad As I take this bow and descend to the grave Just know that I join Death with a heart brave…

There comes a day when summer's swallowed whole to drown in blood she shed in winter's wrath; Such dreams as these which paved her future's path are only childish wishes fit for coal. Evaporated scarlet renders null The burning summer's blist'ring screaming laugh As earthquakes ring on in her aftermath, the blinding maw of August takes his toll. O come, dear winter! Chase the light away; Your with'ring hand and paralyzing breath to slice the sky and darken blinding day. The blood may turn to frost, the dreams to death, And yet these trampled frozen roses lay Alike a glitt'ring road of hope beneath.

Oh little pup my sweet little pup how is it that you're so old yet I am so young. It seems like yesterday that you were just a pup so full of vigor that I found it hard to keep up. But now you're old and slow but don't you fret for I still love you so.

The Torchbearer By J.C. Solis The darkness and void that is all around The anguish and misery so profound The light is lost and the woe is so deep With no warmth that broken hearts could still reap The path yet ahead is filled with much pain The passage forth that drove many insane The people all wallow around in grief For their suffering has no such relief As the dark consumes all and makes one cry For this is the place where Hope comes to die For these are their days filled with so much woe For this is One’s Life that all lived as so But light from a man who still stands up tall A soul who is far from taking a fall He stands and smiles with the light he had brought For he shines with Hope that He one day was taught For this is such a spectacle to see A man who doesn’t grovel on his knees The people see a miracle of sight For in his hand is a torch of bright light The people get up and prepare to gleam For the dark is not as strong as it seems For this is

Imperfections A tainted rhyme Imperfections What a crime. To not be perfect And fit in the mold To not be a perfect thing That you would love to hold. Don’t lie and say To my imperfections you are blind Don’t lie and say You love them all in kind. No one loves All of my flaws No one could love Me and all my claws. Everyone wants Their one little doll Everyone wants A perfect little doll. You may lie And say to imperfections you are blind You may lie But if I slip I know you won’t be kind. It happened many times before One say they’ll love me flaws and all It happened many times before And each time I was left in the mud. So don’t bother and tell me You don’t want me to be your little doll Don’t bother and tell me You don’t want to play dress up. Go give your “unconditional love” To some other naive doll Go give your “unconditional love” To someone who still believes in that stuff.