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What did I do
For all of this scorn?
How did I earn,
How could I deserve,
All this hatred that I do?
I feel a million strings,
All being pulled taut.
Snapping is a danger,
Much top real.
How much further can I stretch?
Can some take,
All of this hate
And turn anywhere else?
For no matter I turn,
The source is still right there.
What did I do
For all of this scorn?
Why must I feel
So much anguish and loathe,
Why must I hate like I do?
For all of this scorn?
How did I earn,
How could I deserve,
All this hatred that I do?
I feel a million strings,
All being pulled taut.
Snapping is a danger,
Much top real.
How much further can I stretch?
Can some take,
All of this hate
And turn anywhere else?
For no matter I turn,
The source is still right there.
What did I do
For all of this scorn?
Why must I feel
So much anguish and loathe,
Why must I hate like I do?
Literature
Fall wedding
as summer dies and life fades thus slow auttumn blooms with nights fridged glow i hear the bells of chapels tolls ring filling hearts with weary depression to sing come hither come all to nocturns faint woe six feet where they meet dragged by fates undertow less be cheery and thrilled at the lovers tied bow listen to the wishes that hope could not bring As summer dies Fall with as we fall into the embrace we don't know love with and love them as the damn love the crow Sing with the ambiance of hearths beating wing live with and let go for life never clings so watch with me the lovers boat slowly row as summer dies.
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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…
Literature
THE ARTISTIC ENDEAVOR OF LOVING ROSE RED
Do you remember being in Kindergarten At five years old That is when you had to share Crayons with the other students Everyone would fight Over the red one It was at that moment You realized how important Color could be Do you have a favorite? It is a hard decision to make So, you thought about it Pondering the serious question Is rainbow a color? In middle school The art teacher Brought an apple to class The assignment was to draw still life And learn that there are indeed Many shades of red By the time you made it To high school You were painting portraits Of that girl you never spoke to Who stood across the room She had long strawberry blonde hair And blush pink cheeks You traced her ruby lips With your brush So they could kiss The canvas She was a flower Dropping petals everywhere You bent down and picked them up It was the only thing That made your heart bloom She had thorns So you had to be careful And treat her well You were brave enough To put on kid gloves It was worth
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