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erica-r-garcia
erica-r-garcia
Tell me what it means to be a family. Tell me about dinners around the table and christmas cards. Tell me about how on Sunday morning you’ll all pile into the car and go to church together. Tell me about how your parents bought your car. Tell me about how your mom writes a check for lunch money. Tell me about New Year's parties. Tell me about summer camping trips and barbecues. Tell me about how bright the stars shine from grandma’s house. Tell me about grocery lists and chores. Tell me about your normal lives with your normal houses and your normal cars. Tell me that someday my kids will go to school and be as normal as you. Tell me that someday my future will look like yours.Tell me about knowing how to be happy. Tell me about having money. Tell me about having parents who went to college. Tell me about about never having a reason to cry or feel alone. Tell me about hope. Cause I can’t. What I can tell you is why I’m terrified of alcohol. I can tell you about late nights crying in my room as my parents screamed at each other. I can tell you about Christmases with no gifts. I can tell you about sitting in a room surrounded by a language that felt heavy and full of danger despite that fact I’ve spoken it all my life. I can tell you about choking on the smell of cigarettes. I can tell you about red eyes and the scent of skunk. I can tell you about being terrified to cry because if I don’t stop crying then I’ll be given something to cry about. I can tell you about dark closets. I can tell you about the look of disgust in my father's eyes because I like girls too sometimes. I can tell you about how the police know my face but I don’t exist on record because my sister and I look very similar. I can tell you about my family’s inability to commit to anything. I can tell you about letting everything build up to the point that I’m crying in my bedroom alone because I don’t know the answer to a question on my college application and it’s 3 am. I can also tell you about how much patience my friends have for me. About how I always have someone to call at 3 am to figure out when the heck I’m supposed to graduate. About how having someone tell you they love you and finally feeling comfortable to know that they’re not lying to you. About having friends who are honest enough to tell you to stop acting like a 13 year old girl, put on your big girl pants and be happy. About how amazing it felt to realize after 17 years that I am allowed to be happy, even when others aren’t. About a group of friends that always have a hug and kinds words ready. About a love that makes me wonder how I lived without knowing it exists. About how it took ten years but I’ve finally found the light at the end of the tunnel. So tell me of a life where everything is perfect and mom and dad still love each other...or maybe not. Maybe I’ll live on to see that perfect life and I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. Maybe, just maybe I’ll find that I’m already living my perfect life. That’d be a fun surprise.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
What I Can Tell You
Tell me what it means to be a family. Tell me about dinners around the table and christmas cards. Tell me about how on Sunday morning you’ll all pile into the car and go to church together. Tell me about how your parents bought your car. Tell me about how your mom writes a check for lunch money. Tell me about New Year's parties. Tell me about summer camping trips and barbecues. Tell me about how bright the stars shine from grandma’s house. Tell me about grocery lists and chores. Tell me about your normal lives with your normal houses and your normal cars. Tell me that someday my kids will go to school and be as normal as you. Tell me that someday my future will look like yours.Tell me about knowing how to be happy. Tell me about having money. Tell me about having parents who went to college. Tell me about about never having a reason to cry or feel alone. Tell me about hope. Cause I can’t. What I can tell you is why I’m terrified of alcohol. I can tell you about late nights crying in my room as my parents screamed at each other. I can tell you about Christmases with no gifts. I can tell you about sitting in a room surrounded by a language that felt heavy and full of danger despite that fact I’ve spoken it all my life. I can tell you about choking on the smell of cigarettes. I can tell you about red eyes and the scent of skunk. I can tell you about being terrified to cry because if I don’t stop crying then I’ll be given something to cry about. I can tell you about dark closets. I can tell you about the look of disgust in my father's eyes because I like girls too sometimes. I can tell you about how the police know my face but I don’t exist on record because my sister and I look very similar. I can tell you about my family’s inability to commit to anything. I can tell you about letting everything build up to the point that I’m crying in my bedroom alone because I don’t know the answer to a question on my college application and it’s 3 am. I can also tell you about how much patience my friends have for me. About how I always have someone to call at 3 am to figure out when the heck I’m supposed to graduate. About how having someone tell you they love you and finally feeling comfortable to know that they’re not lying to you. About having friends who are honest enough to tell you to stop acting like a 13 year old girl, put on your big girl pants and be happy. About how amazing it felt to realize after 17 years that I am allowed to be happy, even when others aren’t. About a group of friends that always have a hug and kinds words ready. About a love that makes me wonder how I lived without knowing it exists. About how it took ten years but I’ve finally found the light at the end of the tunnel. So tell me of a life where everything is perfect and mom and dad still love each other...or maybe not. Maybe I’ll live on to see that perfect life and I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. Maybe, just maybe I’ll find that I’m already living my perfect life. That’d be a fun surprise.
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A woman came in today and told us the mistakes she had made How she watched her opportunities fade And the dreams she pushed aside How she ******* up just following the tide And it got me thinking about life The dream: a car, a house, a wife How little it all means The white fence, the rowdy teens If you gave up on your goal And you lost yourself as a whole She told us about canvases that sit empty And poetry that has yet to run free Was that how life was supposed to go Looking back on the past, wishing you had said no I hope that’s not true Not for me and at least not for you Your future's so bright So please never stop chasing that spotlight
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Regret
My favorite color is blue. Each shade tells a tale, a new one for each hue Sometimes I’m bright On the days that I’m happy and light Sometimes I’m dark and dreary When I feel tired and teary Maybe I’m mixed with a little green Maybe I look calm and serene So blue is my favorite color you see Because it always has a tone to match me With my ever-shifting moods And my constant-changing attitudes So if you asked what my shade is today? “Well it’s Navy” I’d say Today I’m feeling pretty low So I picked a shade without a lot of glow But if you check back tomorrow I’m sure my shade will be less full of sorrow So my shade varies from day to day But my color is here to stay
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Blue
I was placed above you as a child You used to giggle at my feathers and beads You were safe when I watched you 31 years ago I swayed softly above your crib Protected you from the dark clouds that came at night You slept peacefully as I guarded you You hung me on the corner of your bed when you turned three Your mother sang you softly to sleep beside me The songs of her parents and her grandparents and those who came before You hung me on your mirror when you were thirteen Your new house was strange but I was your constant You knew you were safe At eighteen you placed me in a box Took me with you across the country You hung me on your bunk Twenty-two and we move again You place me on your mirror again But now I protect you and another Today you hang me on another crib The little baby looks just like you She sleeps peacefully just like you did, 31 years ago
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Dreamcatcher
UGH! My brain’s in constant motion and I can’t get it to stop. The way you’re looking at me is not helping. So stop! Your very pretty eyes are distracting me, I need to focus I’ve got a lot on my plate and no time for you I know it stinks, I’m amazing but I need to take some time I need to get my work done and organize my life But when you look at me with those sparkling gems in your eye sockets I forget I forget how to focus, smile and, on occasion, breathe. So for the love of God please! Let me be Now listen, dear, life’s too much to handle right now I need to get my ducks in line and having you here...well it’s not helping I mean I could spare a minute or two for you… No! You’re doing it again and you don’t even realize You take up a lot of my time and it’s a problem So I’m gonna have to ask you to stop distracting me Just for minute so I can get this done But you keep laughing and smiling and looking at me With those bright eyes... And I forget And I get distracted And it’s all because of you! So please just give me a break!
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
You're Really Distracting
Have you ever considered eye surgery? Cause those glasses that you wear don't seem to help You can't seem to see my face turn red as a strawberry Or when people notice things about us your answer is always "whelp" I can't understand how you can simply fail to see those clues Or how you never notice when I lose my breath because of your eyes. Are you choosing not to see as if you've got something to lose? Or are believing in a bunch of lies? You know maybe those lenses you're wearing are broken I can continue flailing about to get you to notice me Or run around but I'll end up heartbroken Because for some reason you simply can not see! So have you considered surgery? Because I really want you to see How much you really mean to me But you seem happy to leave it be Maybe your ears will work more And you won't be able to ignore When I scream my thoughts out loud Or tell it to a crowd Please don't tell me your deaf as well as blind! Oh gosh, I think I'll lose my mind. Everyone already knows; you're falling behind! Please catch up, if you'd be so kind That's it I give This mess has had a quite a while to live All I want is for my feelings to be known But I give up; I'm going home … Oh, I simply cannot lie! I know I'll keep at this till I die.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Have You Considered Eye Surgery?
Come on and get lost with me We’ll disappear into the forest The desert Even the sea! Hold on to my hand and never let go We’ll hold tight, you know, like Jack and Rose! Oh wait...that’s not how that story goes Why don’t we run away? Find a place to stay Get married in secret Absolutely nothing to regret! A love story greater than Romeo and Juliet! Actually...maybe we’re not ready for marriage quite yet How shall we do this then? Our parents say our relationship must end But how can I let go of my best friend? Our love is simply too brilliant to die! The best love ever to be seen in grade nine! Oh I want nothing but to weep, sob and cry Tell me you love me, one last time Oh our relationship will make history Despite the fact, we’re only fourteen We’ll figure it out, you and me But until then I’ll see you in Chemistry
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
Ninth Grade Love Story
Hello, everyone, I’m the town fool! Here for your amusement and nothing more I’m absolutely nothing but a tool Nothing but laughs to my core The pain is nothing but a trick I’ll make it disappear in a flash An array of jokes, ready to pick Simply pay me in laughs, no credit or cash What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t return? A stick! See you liked that one! My jokes are all short and quick! We’re here to have some fun! So wipe those tears from your eyes Cause I’m here to see your smile Now please don’t tell lies But can that stretch for a mile?? Now let’s chase that sad away Shove it into a corner and say goodbye Let’s just be happy, what do ya say? Let’s not keep joy on standby
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
A Tool For Your Amusement
No pain no gain is an understatement Pushups are a form of punishment You respect your captains every single day And trust your choreographer to lead the way You leave the field sweating, makeup in your eyes A fire burning in your heart... and in your thighs Practice every day, dripping with sweat That six-foot pole no longer a threat Working hard to be the best Every weekend is your test   You gain new family and friends With each other till the very end Bonds that last all year People to project all your fears This is where you throw it all down Because in the band, you're the crown You make the show And you need to know To hold your head up high And don't you dare be shy Cause the countless hours you have spent Can't be bought with any cent Cause Denise's bleeding hands And Beave's constant demands Always changing Always rearranging Working hard to make the show great Making sure to keep your posture straight This. Is. Colorguard. Which will always have a place in my heart
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Colorguard
I told you it was fragile and needed lots of care I told you it that you must always be kind and fair I told you i's like a child, naive and full of love I told you it was shy and needs a little shove I told you not to push because it's on its last legs I told you to pay attention because it begs and begs I told you to promise to never ever leave Because my heart breaks when I wear it on my sleeve
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Wear It on My Sleeve