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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"

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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
Patrice Diaz May 2015
A sea of waves
At the dead of night
Shining under the moonlight
I am nothing but brave

To see such wonder at this time
Burning through darkness
Erasing sadness
Giving me back what was originally mine
a rough poem but i haven't written a poem in so long and i just really felt like it tonight. hope you all enjoy it **
Patrice Diaz Jan 2015
You're walking up to somebody
Thinking, "oh, it's time to make a new friend"
And once you utter your first hello, everything kind of just falls into place
You made a new friend

Years past and you notice more and more
The way your friend dresses
The way they speak
They way they can be passionate

Another few years and you notice something else
You see that they have been avoiding you
Like you were some sort of plague and they would die if they come near
You wondered to yourself, "Why is my friend a stranger to me?"

You think and you think
You wonder, and you ponder over the things that have happened
You look back throughout the past years that you've known each other
But you still can't figure it out

So you ask your friend and you go
"Hey, why have you been avoiding me?"
And that's when you figure it out
They didn't have to speak for you to figure it out

The way their eyes talked gave it all away
And only then did you realize what you have been throughout the years
All the laughter shared
Was really all the pain they felt

You had found out that they felt like they were that needle in a hay stack
The needle that people had started to give up looking for
The impossibility of it all seemed so useless to you
That's how they felt.... useless

If there's one thing that you can learn
It is to make someone feel he warmth of the sun in their hearts
Let them feel like they are the fragrance that the flower gives off
Let them feel

Don't make them feel less than what they're really worth
Less than what you're worth
Because they are worth something
We all are

So now, the next time you cross paths with that familiar face
Give them a smile and say
"Hey! You look beautiful today"
You'll see the difference in the way their eyes glow from how it did when you asked them why they had avoided you in the first place

You'll see the warmth of the sun glow right through their chest
You'll smell the fragrance of the flowers
And only then will you realize
What they're worth was all this time
Patrice Diaz Jan 2015
etched onto her skin
injected into her veins
she thought she had love
she tried to embrace it in vain

long gone was the innocent child
and very much, to her delight
she fantasized about life
she fantasized about love

she grew up
faster than she thought
and to her disappointment
it wasn't what she expected it to be

etched to her skin
injected into her veins
she lost sight of love
and everything good that came
Patrice Diaz Dec 2014
They told me not to play with fire
Told me that it was dangerous;
A mistake to make if I decided upon it
I told them not to worry

I watched the flame grow
Dancing around to the music
Flickering to the sound
The sound of its heartbeat

One day, the fire grew larger
This time, it no longer danced or flickered
It only destroyed
Bringing everything and everyone down

They told me not to play with fire
They told me it would only lead to danger
I never listened
I should have listened.
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