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Erica R Garcia Jan 2018
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
Sometimes I feel like my only purpose is to make others happy...
Erica R Garcia Apr 2018
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
I was feeling kinda low that days
Erica R Garcia Nov 2015
Learn to love the flaws,

And just take a look and pause,

For your body is beauty,

Even if only you see.



You may not see it now,

But you must take a bow,

For your body is music,

And you play it acoustic.



Run you hands across your thighs,

And listen to the sighs,

For your body is a work of art,

And you know it by heart.



Take the breaths you need,

For self-hate is just the seed.

Let go of the doubt you feel,

So  you can finally heal.
Erica R Garcia Dec 2016
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
This was a prompt from a good friend of mine. Colorguard is also known as Flag Corps and other fun names.  Beave is our band director and Denise is the Colorguard sponsor/choreographer/guard mom.
Erica R Garcia Feb 2018
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
I was told to be an object and write a poem about it. That's what I did.
Erica R Garcia Jan 2018
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.
Have you ever felt like you were being really obvious with how you feel but the other person doesn't seem to notice? Cause same. Although he eventually figured it out when I kissed him...
Erica R Garcia Nov 2015
Have you ever thought of me as more than a friend?

Have you ever lost sleep, wishing you had the courage to ask me out?

Have you ever wrote my name on a slip of paper for no reason?

Have you ever tried to read a book but couldn't focus because I smiled at you that day?

Have you ever sighed at the sound of my laughter?

Have you ever smiled to yourself because I laughed at your joke?

Have you ever blushed at the thought of holding my hand?

Have you ever pretended to read so you can stare at me?

Have you ever worried that if I figured out how you felt about me then our friendship would be ruined?

Have you ever not told your best friend exactly how much you like me?

Have you ever hated your friend because they teased you about your feelings for me?

Have you ever thought of me when couples walk down the street together?

Have you ever blushed when I accidently touch your hand?

Have you ever frowned because you're friends said that I didn't like you?

Have you ever cried because you thought it was true?

Have you ever stared at my ex and wondered why I went out with them and not you?

Have you ever thought of changing who you are so I would like you?

Have you ever wished that you could just grab me, kiss me and have me kiss back?

Have you ever wanted to hold my hand because I seemed sad but were too scared to actually grab it?

Have you ever had private conversations with me in your head?

If you have ever done any of these then we are the same.

I have thought of you as more than a friend.

I have lost sleep, wishing I had the courage to ask you out.

I have written your name on a piece of paper for no reason.

I have tried to read a book but couldn't focus because you smiled at me that day.

I have sighed at the beautiful sound of your laughter.

I have smiled at myself because you laughed at one of my jokes.

I have blushed at the idea of holding you hand.

I have pretended to read so I could stare at you.

I  have worried that if you found out how I felt about you, that our friendship would be ruined.

I have never told my best friend exactly how much I like you.

I have hated my friends because they teased me about my feelings about you.

I have thought about you when I saw couples walking down the street together.

I have blushed when you accidently touched my hand.

I have frowned because my friends say that you don't like me.

I have cried because I knew it was true.

I have stared at your ex and wondered why you went out with them and not me.

I have thought of changing who I am so you would like me.

I have wished I could grab you, kiss you and you would kiss me back.

I have wanted to hold your hand because you seemed sad but was too scared to actually grab it.

I have had private conversations with you in my head.

Please tell me if you've done any of these.

I want to know if we are the same.

Have you, ever?
This is an older poem that I wrote almost two years ago.
Erica R Garcia Feb 2016
For years I blamed me
I blamed me for what you did to me
Since I didn't kick and scream
We had to be a team.
Since I didn't shed a tear
I wasn't in fear.
Since I didn't run and tell
It wasn't really hell.
Since my mouth wasn't taped
I wasn't really *****.

But now I blame you
For what you felt the need to do
Because I didn't need to kick or bite
or really put up that much of a fight
I didn't need to run
or say I wasn't having fun
I didn't need to flail
or go and spread the tale
I didn't need to ball
or even cause a brawl
Because I said no
That's all you had to know
That what you did was wrong.
What you should have known all along
Many years ago I was involved in a situation where I didn't fight back. I didn't attack. But I am still the victim. People today still do not understand that NO MEANS NO.
Erica R Garcia Jan 2018
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
One of my freshman friends was complaining about her love life...she's fourteen and she thinks that she has met her soul mate.
Erica R Garcia Apr 2018
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
We had a poet come into our creative writing class and speak to us and she went on a long rant about how she wished she hadn't become a teacher so she could have focused on her art. It just got me thinking that you shouldn't settle in life.
Erica R Garcia Nov 2015
Sometimes I have these thoughts

They cause my stomach to tie up in knots

They tend to whisper, hidden in the seems

But when I'm alone they scream

Oh they scream

They scream and they scream and they scream

Engulfing me in their truth or their lies

The lies, oh the lies that it cries

They scream out these things

To make a rope swing

To hurt myself in the strangest of means

They point out every flaw, me it demeans

They tell me of the love I'll never receive

Tearing away every piece of me

Causing me to bleed

Oh to bleed is the only relief

Sometimes I have these thoughts

They cause my stomach to tie up in knots

They tend to whisper, hidden in the seems

But when I'm alone...

They scream
Erica R Garcia Nov 2015
Is this the future you wanted?

To see the children suffering

To orphan the young

To sing your song of freedom?



Is this the future you wanted?

To see buildings destroyed

Children all alone

To sing your song of freedom?



Is this the future you wanted?

Thousands dead or dying

Thousands of dollars of debt

To sing your song of freedom?



Is this the future you wanted?

Children free to play

Woman free to marry

Men, singing their songs of freedom



Is this the future you wanted?

Music fills the air

It's a song

A song of freedom
This was a poem I had written for English about the Civil War.
Erica R Garcia Dec 2016
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
Erica R Garcia Apr 2018
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.
My boyfriend was telling me about his family vacations and some childhood memories and I just realized that I couldn't relate to them very well.
Erica R Garcia Jan 2018
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!
I wrote this after the guy I liked asked me if I was okay because I had a "weird look" on my face. I couldn't help but smile at him all the time.

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