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Mariana Garcia Jul 2017
Your gorgeous eyes,
The warmth of your hugs,
The touch of your hand.

The smell of your hair,
That smirk in your smile,
The strength in your stare.

Your kiss on my lips,
Your body close to mine,
That feeling inside.

Your love so strong
The beating of your heart.
That we may never part

The passion in your kiss,
And that magic in your touch.
It is for all these and many more
Why I love you so much
Mariana Garcia Jul 2017
Poor little Annie, so innocent, so lovely. She just wanted some honey.

She walked down her stairs, to be scared down to her hairs

As she saw a man crawling, she started bawling.

He came towards her quickly, Oh so swiftly

He covered her mouth, going down south

She silently cried, as he tried.

He pulled out his knife, to take a life.

She went quietly, Oh so quietly

Poor little Annie, so innocent, so lovely. She just wanted some honey.
Mariana Garcia Jul 2017
Love cuts like a knife
Love can break you apart
Love is death and death is you  

It's pain stains like a black tattoo
Those memories coming back
That bind me with tight ropes

The intoxicating smell of your cologne
That lingers in the air
And slowly suffocates me
Till I'm nearly dying

The taste of your lips
Poison me
And take my breath away

Now you see how love is death
But my dear
You mustn't be so queer
You must understand
Mariana Garcia May 2015
I can write the most  saddest poem of all today, I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too

To think I don't have him. To feel that I've lost him.

To hear the immense of the night , more immense without him.

And the poem falls down the lonely  road

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep him,
That he wasn't satisfied with my love for him
The night is full of stars tonight and he is not with me

Not even mine for a mere second, he is gone, to find another lover, what better lover than I

To know I gave all yet it wasn't enough to please him

"Was I not good enough?" Questions are swirling through my head as I stare into the stars without him.

I can write the most  saddest poem of all today, I loved him, and  he stopped loving me
Mariana Garcia May 2015
Isn't life just a series of unfortunate event?
Lying,cheating, killing
And so much more

I guess some people say:
"I don't need you at all"
But truth is everyone needs someone

A friend who cares
A mother who cures
A lover that loves

If your ever feeling lonely
Know I'll be there too
To Carry you by

But just remember that life
As good or hard as it may be
Is just a series of unfortunate events
  May 2015 Mariana Garcia
Violet Blue
That's what it feels like
Depression
I've never really talked about
My depressed days that much
Its just a part of me
I can never really reveal to other people
This is hard
It never really leaves you you know
Its like your just numb
You can lay there for hours staring
At the ceiling
Doing nothing
Thinking nothing
Or you can be
Lying on your bedroom floor
Tears streaming down your face
Crying silently alone
Burning all the memories
You want to never remember
But somehow can never let go of
You can have the blade in your hand
Running across your skin creating
Lines of red
Lines of pain
Lines of anger
Of heartbreak
No one even knows
You hide it so fucken well
The pain is unbearable
But you can't let it show through
Smile
Laugh even
No one notices
No one notices the scars
You keep your jumper on to hide them
Even on hot summer days
Your skirt hides the lines on your thigh
No one notices
No one knows that the happiest person they know
Truly isn't
They're broken
Cut up
Terrible
  May 2015 Mariana Garcia
David Rosson
at one point i threw myself into a puddle of negligence and reveled in the sickingly delightful pleasures of self indulgence and cynicism

i knew no moderation and i knew no god, and without a hint of balance i nonchalantly stumbled across a tightrope that was threaded with desire and desperation

beyond the point of no return i realized the scars i bore were testaments of ******* that cried crimson tears of a faith long contorted

i needed a catalyst, and i fell from the tightrope in a similar way i fell from grace

all of the time i spent moving backwards sent the hands of the clock in a frenzy, and the last i remember they had moved backwards infinitely more than i ever could
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