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 Oct 2013 Alexis Garcia
Atlas
Sitting there
I realized
I will never
Be the reason you wake up
In the morning

I will not
Be your muse

Nor will I
Be the reason why
This is your favorite coffee shop

All because
Your heart was already locked
I spent days, months, years
Trying to find the key
But she beat me
All I want to do
Is take what is rightfully mine
The love that could have been
Should have been
Would have been

If only
She hadn't come around
With her innocent smile
And naive eyes
Glaring
Staring me down
Like a hawk

What did she do to deserve you?
Is she a Goddess?
A Queen?
A Siren who sang to you
And lured you in so deep
You drowned?

My heart
Was stolen in the midst of
All of this chaos
But I know it is safe
Lying deep
Within the darkness

Is it wrong
If all I want
For me is you?

You are the reason I wake up
Every morning
You are my muse
And you make this coffee shop
Feel like home.
Its kind of a poetry whirl pool of emotions..good luck, enjoy, good night.
 Oct 2013 Alexis Garcia
Ellen Bee
He kept shooting at it.
Bears are badass.
Stop looking at me.
You might eat a seal.
I don't know what that means.
It was five dollars, but what the ****...
That's why I quit my job.
That one good hit.
I smoke two bowls by myself.
I killed that water dragon thing...
Monsters.
I can go to the city.
Hunt them.
I don't capture monsters.
I got you.
I really want to blow something up.
Something epic and meaningful exploded.
VKC property.
A hundred times more epic.
***** magazine pictures.
Insane.
Thirteen blunts.
His mom didn't know for a week.
All I see is ****** everywhere.
Fin.
I do this thing when my friends and I hang out...I write down random parts of our conversation and turn it into poetry.
 Oct 2013 Alexis Garcia
JM
Craving
 Oct 2013 Alexis Garcia
JM
Waking to you in the crook of my arm;
the smell of us lingers in the crime scene
of our room.

This must be the place

Wigs and corsets,
empty bottles and riding crops.
Sugar and sweat,
cologne and *******.

Good morning sugar

Eyes flutter and lips part
as juices flow and bloods boil.
This wet and wordless union
knows no boundaries.

*We are one, now
 Oct 2013 Alexis Garcia
mûre
I turn
and I turn
keep closed as I learn.

You and your path,
me and mine.

I've a thirst for amnesia
I drain the bottles, their emptiness rings like a shell in my cochlea
resounding with your breath, present, reassuring.
on those long winter walks to nowhere, our silent miles.
Those drinks only ever numb the outside,
blurring the lines
a smudge of a woman wandering through the night.

The inside is so very loud.
And so I turn
and I turn.
Closed for the night.

I place my eye on the lip and peer through the glass

my world, distorted.

Why couldn't my love save you?
I need to feel something new.
 Oct 2013 Alexis Garcia
Lame Poet
I want to be a substance abuser.

I want the vapidity
of my own words
to evaporate.
I want the void
to rev itself up,
and spin itself into
a voracious tornado.

I want to extinguish
the emptiness
with this epitaph.
I want language
to bend to my will,
leaning and looming
as an entity of entirety.

If I should be so lucky,
I hope to die
of an overdose.


-LP
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