Lexy Garcia: Poems

2.8k · Aug 2013

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

dear diary,
i have grown tired.
i am a shark in an ocean full of dolphins,
they taunt and threaten me.
i am alone.
mama and father do not care anymore,
money is the only concern.
i am alone.
grandma's growing old,
and grandpa's lost it.
i am alone.
curious stares at my arms,
everytime i walk into school.
i am alone.
they laugh as i stumble to get by,
they push and yell at me.
i am alone.
except i met a girl,
we'll call her "Priscilla".
she introduced me to her friend one day,
Mary Jane.
Mary Jane soothes me,
she calms me and comforts me.
Mary Jane helped me gain new friends,
everybody loves Mary Jane.
Mary Jane introduced me to a boy,
we'll call him "Kevin".
Kevin is very attractive, my dear diary,
i fantasize about him a lot.
we often hang out,
and he'll bring Mary Jane along.
one day he invited me to a party,
i hadn't been to a party in a very long time.
Mary Jane helped me get invited,
but i'd be too busy studying.
but it was Kevin who invited me,
dreamy, gorgeous, badboy Kevin.
of course,
i had to go, my dear diary.
Kevin ended up introducing me to his friend,
Molly.
Molly's small and fragile,
yet she's wild and crazy.
i think all Mollys are like that,
but she made me feel so alive.
i accepted her,
despite the warnings from other friends of Mary Jane.
Kevin invited me into a vacant bedroom,
he stole something dreadful from me.
i am free now.
mom and dad were worried when i got home,
supposedly my eyes were red and i was in a daze.
i told them to leave me alone,
my dearest diary.
and now it's time for you to leave me alone,
i need to go out and explore with Kevin.
Kevin will take care of me,
do not worry diary.
you will always be in my heart.*

-l.c.g.

MADE UP, I DO NOT DO DRUGS OR SMOKE ****. Classified under realistic fiction. Does involve use of drugs.

1.0k · Aug 2013

Tragedy

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

Tragedy

October 23nd our worlds collided,
                       but we could not see the end.
Late nights filled with drunken talks,
                       thoughts never to be spoken sober.
My arms were lonely and abused,
                       yet you brought love upon them.
You had found a broken angel,
                       and turned her into an ill demon as yourself.
Talks of drugs and explorations banned in your worlds,
                       that little innocent girl was soon killed off.
Eventually you grew tired because she was not herself,
                       yet you were the one who had made her into a demon.
She eventually sobered up,
                       from the pain and intoxication and grabbed her wings and flew.
She begged for forgiveness,
                       yet could never revert back.
You grew to miss her,
                       at least that's what you made her believe.
You had changed,
                       you were no longer the demon,
                                              you were the devil.
You tormented her,
                       til her arms became to bleed black.
She could not satisfy your desires,
                       she was a weak slave in your eyes,
                                              unworthy of anything.
Once again,
                      her heart and soul collapsed,
                                              the pain destroyed her.
As did you,
                       mighty lover.
You destroyed her most of all,
                       yet beware;
Just because you created her, does not mean you can control her.
                       She's returning for her revenge.
-l.c.g.

Woops, first poem. Constructive criticism please? :-)

1.0k · Aug 2013

One Minute Ten Seconds

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

One Minute Ten Seconds

i've been listening to the same song on repeat for hours,
it's amazing how much one minute and ten seconds can make me cry.
because all it does,
is remind me of a time,
when we were youthful and free-spirited.
when our hearts had beat as one.

-l.c.g.

900 · Aug 2013

5:17 PM

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

5:17 PM

soft blonde hair,
rosy pink lips.
calm family girl,
but what is this?
little blondie's exploring,
she gets home at 4 AM.
once an honor student,
now an average joe.
once an angel,
now a party animal.
little blondie's hooking up,
having fun.
little blondie's not little anymore,
she's grown up.

888 · Jan 2014

Seven Years

Lexy Garcia Jan 2014

Seven Years

how marvelous it is that in only seven years,
your hands will have never been laid upon my body.

in seven years,
i will have left this worn out city
and have found love at least once more.

in seven years,
my body shall be elegant
and my words ever-so-wise.

in seven years,
you will lust for my touch,
for i will be beautiful.

in seven years,
our paths may once again collide.
perhaps in some small coffee shop,
but only one that plays smooth indie
and hosts open mic nights for aspiring writers.

in seven years,
you will remember how much i appreciated
those small coffee shops,
and the other small things that life has to offer.

in seven years,
i will be sitting there,
in that very coffee shop.
drinking my coffee and
working on that novel i've always wanted to write,
i will be.

in seven years,
you shall take a glance,
and take note of my profound beauty.

in seven years,
not only will beauty glow from the outside,
but it shall radiate from the inside as well.

in seven measly years,
when you remember who i am,
and the part in my life
you once played,
all you will be able to do is simply
stare.
-l.c.g.

887 · Aug 2013

4:24 PM

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

4:24 PM

have you ever just stared
stared at someone you once took for granted.
someone who meant so much to you
but you couldn't see it yet.
and then everything happened
and the past became inevitable.
a dream only
because nothing could ever change.

-l.c.g.

887 · Aug 2013

Muteness

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

Muteness

dark bags reside,
under my forest green eyes.
the thunder is silent,
almost like a mute lion attempting to roar.
the shame is nonexistent,
and the beauty is awing.

-l.c.g.

813 · Nov 2013

October to May

Lexy Garcia Nov 2013

October to May

I sat in this chair for no more than a day,
yet it felt more like from October to May.
The winter came early and refused to go,
I begged you to spare me but you could not even reply with a single "No."
Those dimples you once cared to love,
only one remains,
the other flew away like a dove
being released from its restraints.
The smile you brought just by your presence,
decided to drift,
no longer feeling any pleasance,
no more a "kick" or "swift".
I sat in this chair for no more than a day,
yet it felt more like October to May.
I sat in this very chair,
long enough to see the change in the air.
I sat in that very chair for far too long,
because you are not where you belong.
You died that very day,
which felt more like October to May.
*- l.c.g.

Dedicated in memory to my loving grandfather.
October 2nd, 1931 - September 2nd, 2013

808 · Aug 2013

freedom

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

freedom

tear stains on my pillow,
yet your pillow is bare.
people change,
as did we.
first loves are the worst.
our burning desire for one another,
lead to an addiction.
consider this our rehab;
you're still in my heart,
but i am
f r e e .
-l.c.g.

793 · Jan 2014

January 7th, 2013

Lexy Garcia Jan 2014

January 7th, 2013

i speak only to you,
my single place of refuge.
my poetically philosophical lover,
with your smoke-filled lungs
and glorious ink-filled veins.
those rose red lips may surely tempt an angel
for I've exchanged my wings and halo simply for your delirious touch.
heaven knows how much i desire you
and how i ache for your embrace.
and lucifer is surely aware
of how many times i've promised my soul for a single kiss.
-l.c.g.

A simple rough draft from a time that seems so long ago.

741 · Aug 2013

Untitled

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

Untitled

oh mother dearest
please say not another word
i'm not that little girl who was to your heart so nearest
stop being so ignorantly absurd
i try my hardest to make you approve
i really do
all you'll ever do is disapprove
even when to myself i stay true
oh mother
i know you detest my poetry
yet another
may not agree
i'm sorry for being a failure
and also for my irritating behavior
but you cannot choose my life
for this is not your own
your piercing words are like a knife
attacking until the cause of this loneliness becomes vaguely unknown

-l.c.g.

667 · Aug 2013

2:21 PM

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

2:21 PM

two beings,
into one.
a collision like how the sun meets the horizon,
in a beautiful blend.
the beauty awes everyone,
yet are there those against,
those who want the sun up higher,
not to wander anywhere near the vicinity of the horizon.
-l.c.g.

595 · Aug 2013

On His Heart

Lexy Garcia Aug 2013

On His Heart

his blue eyes sparkled,
like the blue ice of the Alaskan northwest.
he seemed to not have scars,
none were on his arms,
yet i knew he had.
although his appearance,
no one could be that perfect.
eventually i found them,
for they were not visible.
but they were there all along;
they were on his heart.*
-l.c.g.

For a good friend of mine.

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