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Patrice Diaz Sep 2017
the poem below is a poem i had made about 2 years ago and i found it in my e-mail.
black and blue
i felt bruised
a little red
i think i bled

i had a bag
no, not a classy one
they were heavy
and they made me feel dull

but through that horrid time
i felt alive
more than i have ever been
more than i ever dreamed
Patrice Diaz Aug 2017
drench me in warm colors
as that is how i'd like to be
ever glowing under the sunlight
ever glowing into the night

drench me in hues of red
hues of yellow, hues of orange
i'd like to be one with the earth
always sunny, always bright

even after a thunderstorm
warm manages to shine through
how happy it makes my heart
how happy it makes my soul

drench me in warm tones
i want every inch of me to feel that way
drench me in warm colors
make me feel from another day
i love warm everything
Patrice Diaz Mar 2017
I had a light in me
It shone so bright that people could see what was inside
I talked about things that I loved religiously
And I clearly knew what I wanted to do

I did not give two *****
About what anyone thought of my work
Until I found myself wanting recognition
I asked people to tell me what was good and what was bad

I saw no wrong in that
Neither did they
Until I realized that I craved for compliments
I craved the praise

It was not for bad intentions
I wanted to get better
I wanted to be heard
I wanted the world to know me

But slowly, I became obsessed
I started relying on people
I relied on them to tell me my work is good
While I no longer believed in myself

The more they told me it was not good enough;
That I was not good enough
My light started to dim
And discouragement was staring me right in the face

I spent so long minding what everyone else thought of me
That I forgot the reason I was doing what I was doing
I listened to what everybody wanted me to do
I pushed aside the things that I wanted to do for myself
Patrice Diaz Apr 2016
"As far as I can see
The world is moving fast
And my heavy heart cannot comprehend it
It cannot keep up
I look around seeing different expressions on the faces of people
Some of them are like me
Some of them aren't
Some of them know me
Some of them do not
And to be completely and utterly forthright
They are better off without me
I have centered my emotions around myself
Forgetting that there are people who understand
People who care
But I am no longer right in my mind
Once soft and once so kind
Filled with patience and love
Now with no tolerance and hatred
I long to leave this place
I no longer have much to give
I long to leave
I long to
I long
Patrice Diaz Sep 2015
I sit in my room
Pondering about the things needed to be done
Thinking "this and that"
Always rushing for it all to be gone

I lie awake,
Still worried
That nothing is complete
Nothing is achieved

As my world fades into darkness
And my mind drifts of to wonderland
I see myself sitting in front of a small table
A typewriter at hand

Peaceful as it is,
I see another image
It is me walking around
A scenery at bay

Light emerges
And soon I am back in reality
But that's what bothers me
The word "reality"


I am not living in reality. This here is my imagination. The things that my mind and heart have both equally concocted so that I may finally reach my so called "Wonderland".

*My reality
Patrice Diaz Jul 2015
One thundery night,
When the sounds of beads filled my ears,
I discern a moment of peace
One that reminded me of being in the arms of Morpheus

I sat on what seemed like a sea of cotton;
I heard the cries of the faint violet skies,
All the more when it screamed,
And no longer did I feel my spirit lift

Contemplating on what the problem might be
I recognize the cries of plea
One that I knew of
One of thee

I sat in silence, once again
Perceiving all that I could feel
The cries came after a blaze of light
But all the more of what was inside

The thunderstorm was familiar;
It was someone that I knew
Sitting here, once again, in peace
Seeing that it was parallel to me
Patrice Diaz May 2015
My mind:
The negater
Telling me to smile;
Telling me I'm not worth anything

My soul
Filled with light...
And then darkness
It's overwhelming

My heart
Once full of love
Now full of hate
So disappointing

My being
Once whole,
Now in pieces
Save me from my grief
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