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Dec 2019 · 107
Inky Pen
Kaya Garcia Dec 2019
Close your eyes
Breathe in
1 2 3
Breath out
1 2 3
Listen to your heartbeat
Feel it flowing the blood
And white blood cells
That are meant to repair you
But once circling your soul
They turn a deep inky black
That flows through you to the pen
The inky pen that you use
To manipulate your words onto the page
No erasing no unfeeling because that inky pen
Is permanent like the pain of the pass
All you need to do is learn
To cross over it and start
Again.
Nov 2019 · 73
Consumed with Suicide
Kaya Garcia Nov 2019
Reasons to cry
I can think of so many
I try to relive the stories of my life
And all i can think of is how i deserve
My crowded thoughts of suicide and the need to die
To save someone the heartache of trying to get inside
Barricaded walls with no scratch and no sign of breaking
So many have tried to understand me
But what they come to find out is
On the outside im empty showing my smiles and dreams
While in the inside i'm screaming for help
No more dreams cause only the nightmares consume my night
No time to think of the life i might have
When you lay awake thinking of ways to end the hurt
To end my life, so whats the point in planning the family that I know I will never have
Nov 2019 · 67
Sanity?
Kaya Garcia Nov 2019
Only an insane person would believe a sane person is chaos


Does a sane person look insane?
To a person who believes insanity is sane

To truly understand sanity, one must surpass insanity
So i just read something by a poet that i follow and she reminded me on the ones that i made enjoy :)
Nov 2019 · 80
Her Tears
Kaya Garcia Nov 2019
Some say tears make you ugly
Well I must agree to disagree
I believe they hold the most beauty
The most beautiful translucent streams
Flowing freely and unconditionally down her
blemished face
as she continues to stare in the mirror
she sees the clouded past in her eyes
Brewing up a storm
As the stories leak from the corner of my eyes
Leaving the marks from the past
Staining her cheeks
She tells her self every now and then
That the thing about tears is
All you have to do is wipe them away
And pretend for just one more day
That everything is ok
Nov 2019 · 65
Healing Her
Kaya Garcia Nov 2019
Tear stained cheeks
From the burning and heartache
Inside
You ask if she's okay
Seeing the hidden disaster in her eyes
While she tries to hold back her tears
Answering with a short sigh and
"I'm Fine"
Knowing she's not so you ask a second time
Only now she can't fight
She takes down her walls and lets you inside
To see her silenced cries
Once she's finished
She reels back her life
Walks away and leaves you behind
Shocked and deprived
Trying your best to heal her desperately
But never getting close to healing whats inside
Readers I love to hear feedback whether it be good or bad, so I encourage you to leave what you feel. :)
Oct 2019 · 77
Preparing Herself to Die
Kaya Garcia Oct 2019
The life she lived
Filled with sleepless nights
And broken cries
Waking with crusty eyes
Preparing herself to die

Struggling to swallow her pride
To live the perfect life
Knowing it was all a lie
Sharpening the knife
To create the perfect lines

That have embedded themselves
Up and down her thighs
Her forest green eyes
Never experiencing the beauty in life
Seeing the dark
And never the light
Oct 2019 · 73
Protector
Kaya Garcia Oct 2019
She challenged me, to a game of whom no one wins
She made me grow up faster than what I should’ve
I stand shaking in front of her as she chases away all of my dreams
So that I can fix the mistakes she’s made,
Children who weren’t my own, who needed someone to take them home
She cared little for me, as do I for her
With the dark puddles under my eyes, dry and exhausted
From sleepless nights, not feeling my limbs that have gone limp  
Rocking them back to sleep, with the sweet lullaby
Wishing them back to sleep  
I was the hero in the nighttime
Sleep-deprived, caring for those who weren’t mine
With night terrors of my own, pushing them away to care for those who didn’t know
with quivering lips trying to hold the fake crescent of my lips
Wondering if I was the reason, why she left
Always returning with red puffy eyes, and the stench of a cheap men's scent
Besides the familiar smell of the man who she was to have bonded her soul to
And the kids she put herself into
I was the one left with the burden of choice
To see her soulless eyes, just waiting to get high
And yet she returns in her broken-down Toyota, as she opens the door the suffocating
The smell of marijuana evaporating into thin air
As she stampers up the driveway returning to destroy  our lives once more
Set us free, I pleaded to the so-called heavens above, not to just save me but to set the ones who were punished by the actions bestowed by our mother
She was gone for good
Pushed out of our lives as if she was just a ghost who gave us false hope
I got rid of her, I vanished her back to the place she escaped to in the night and day
I was the one given the burden
I was the one left to fix the broken hearts of those who were left behind
I am the protector, I was then, As I always will be
The protector stands tall and brave with you, but cries and suffers alone.
Oct 2019 · 80
Orphanage
Kaya Garcia Oct 2019
The Orphanage

Katerina Hernandez.
Counting the days till
she is doomed with death,
as the thought of her mother.
searching for a purpose.

Found by a priest that calls her name,
without a trace of his existence.
With a widening shadow,
eyes burning like a flame.
An Earthquake that shakes her secrets.

He took her.
Draining her existence,
like the color that escapes her face.
Untangling her twisted mind like the invisible noose around her neck.

She couldn’t escape the torment of lost memories of her family's faces.
Missing the warmth of their love
but will always be together,
like the rusted chains connecting them forever.
The demon taking her soul, from the life she lives!!

— The End —