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Javier Garza Mar 2015
Hold me tightly,
Don't dare let go
Love me sincerely,
Don't allow the cracks to break me
Cherish me eternally,
Don't let my love die
Hold my soul closely
Don't let it slip away
Stand by me,
Don't let me fade away
Javier Garza Mar 2015
If only you saw what I truly think, what I feel. Perhaps, we are the same, but we'll never know. I scare myself. I fear my thoughts, what I truly fear is what I see in my reflection. When I veer into the dark, and do harm, I get joy, not regret. I want to go farther, to do more damage, to sedate the sick thirst for which I crave for. To go further, until I've reached the bottom. The lack of pity, compassion, love, and sympathy scare me. Maybe I've believed my own lies, but I like to think there's an end to this. That this reflection isn't all that I am. That perhaps, there is good in the person who I see in the mirror.
Javier Garza Mar 2015
We all have a light on our hearts. Some call it love, others call it our will to live. I call it hope. I have hope, I hold it close. It's what drives me to keep fighting. What makes everyday worth the fight. I hope to be better, to be good. But like there's light in us, there's also darkness. Some have none or just a bit. Others are filled with nothing but it. I have an abundance of it. I try to rid myself of it, but it's who I am. I try to fight, but I know the truth. It's still inside, in every thought, in every breath I take. Darkness lives in me. I know there's some good in me, but the darkness that I hide so well from others blisters inside. I fear what I might do if I fall into the dark. Perhaps I push those close away to protect them. Or perhaps I do it to protect myself. Either way, the truth is that there's darkness in me. You don't see what's down below, what burns my soul. The screams you will never hear, its all hid quite well. So you can't speak unless you've seen my soul, heard my thoughts, felt what boils inside. See my soul, judge my soul. See my mask, pity the mask.
Javier Garza Mar 2015
I'm a blade and the world's been sharpening me to cut all those who dare get near me. My life revolved around blood once, then tears, then rage. Pain ended, and resentment was born. I has sharpened to fight, not to be happy. I fight, everyday, to live, to stay strong, to not lose myself. I'm a blade, cold, emotionless, and full of blood. Happiness is for those that deserve it. I deserve none. I'm strong because of the cruelty that has sharpened me. I'm razor sharp, I'm something people fear. Cold as steel, I live everyday. I'll cut all ties if I think I'm threatened, I'll make others bleed so that I don't bleed. Blades are meant for war, death, blood, pain. Not for love, happiness, joy, compassion. This is what I am. Not a monster, not a saint, but a blade. And the world's what sharpens me, what gives me the pain to be stronger. To remain in control, to never lose myself in the darkness.
Javier Garza Feb 2015
One day a year, we decide to be kind
To show our love for one another,to be pure of mind.

We laugh and smile, a day to rejoice;
Though is one day a year the only choice?

Why not be kind all year long,
Show your love and bliss to those you're among?
Can't we retain the better half of our humanity within our hearts?
If humanity consists only of this hypocrisy, I want no parts!

One day to show your love, one day to be pure;
Tis the truth, there is no cure.
We're destined to live in shambles,
To never experience true gambols.
It's sad to say, we're nothing but lies;
So I have one thing left to say: my final goodbyes.
Learn from humanity's mistakes;
Do not let your heart be filled with petty aches.
Love your life, so when you die
You may leave in peace, with a blissful goodbye.
Javier Garza Jan 2015
You're what makes me special, you're what lights me up. Oh now I'm on fire, the flame you can't extinguish it, join me in a beautiful flame. Our heat of love what we make it so, your breath next to mine, I whisper in your ear this, and this only; I love you
Javier Garza Jan 2015
Its what makes me human, it's what causes my heart to skip a beat. I can't describe this feeling, this feeling of bliss. It stops the thoughts, freezes the blood flow. Its what makes that twinkle exist, what makes my days have meaning. It's called love, it's said to be dangerous, but how can something that completes my soul be so deadly? It's what's worth risking, its whats worth fighting for.
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