Pedro Garcia

Pedro Garcia Jun 2016

***** white cap, once pristinely perfect but carelessly soiled by ignorant hands
chipping green walls, a gentle calming color breaking away piece by piece to flaunt its original ugly palette
Socks with holes, big and small, taken for granted and willingly allowed to continue in poor shape
generously filled bottles of cologne, unused and untouched, a dream presentability accompanied by aroma shattered by melancholy indifference
empty soda cans, an adoration for sweet sensation followed by a bittersweet regret in rotten yellowed teeth
grease stained shirts, a consequence of gluttonous irresponsibility as well as a tragic reminder of one's forgotten delicate care
wrinkled oxford shirts and lost pairs of cufflinks, to lose touch with formalities and absorb a lifestyle without need to dress with pride
this house has no coasters, tables are decorated with ring stains interlocking, each one the same short story: "whoops"
once glimmering and shining silver, tarnished and neglected, now shine dully whilst sitting idly untouched
hair is a tangled mess, face is chaotically barbaric, body is an instrument out of tune, a person whose had a falling out with biological pleasantries
where the ambition to improve becomes absent, an abysmal house suffers and low ambition discourages change of mindset
a ***** mirror, in it the reflection of a stranger, eyes with no spark and an empty expression
frankly, it would appear its visage happier than mine, our faces and our surroundings look the same but the cloud that looms over me cannot be reflected

Depression affects a person more than just mentally, digging yourself into a hole is easy, digging yourself out is not.

#depression

Pedro Garcia Jun 2016

Awake

again, I find myself awake.
I’m sure you’re asleep, in his arms, wound tightly and pressing your body against his
I’m sure you’re asleep, with his face in your hair wafting in your sweet aroma
I’m sure you’re asleep, dreaming of the life you’ll live with the man you chose over me
I know you don’t think of me anymore, and when I message you, you say you still love me
but those are only words, and words don’t comfort me on these lonely nights
words don’t lie next to me in this half empty bed under the slivers of moonlight
words aren’t remedies for heartbreak nor antidotes for love sickness
If you did love me, then why is it that you reply the next day and apologize because you were so busy with him
If you did love me, why did you move in with him, how come I can see his presence in all of the snapchats you send me
If you did love me, why did you choose him over me, how come you can have two hearts and I’ve nary a one
I’m sure you’re asleep, blissfully unaware that I lay awake thinking of you
when you wake up, your first thought will be of him
when you wake up, your first sight will be his face
when you wake up, your first smile will be for him
and when you fall back asleep, you’ll have spent the whole day without even thinking of me once
you’ll fall back asleep, and I’ll still be awake, tortured every agonizing moment thinking of you
but just because I’m awake, doesn’t mean I’m not tired
I wish I could sleep
forever

#depressed #heartbroken #tired #obsessed

Pedro Garcia May 2016

Luck

Tonight the very notion that steals my mental devotion, is that chance play a motion in that commotion concerning whether one receives a demotion or a promotion
To be lucky or unlucky! It must feel a little yucky, perhaps a bit sucky, that your ability to forsee outcomes is a tad mucky
You might play your hand and find your decision be grand, or life may demand that you be reprimand, where things may not go as planned as you receive a backhand
Hell you may just strike gold, where you luck begins to unfold, where your wealth was withhold, it may just so happen you behold your gold increase eightfold!
People like to be upset due to all the others they've met who don't seem to sweat and carry no debt, people who fret thinking they deserve a corvette or a big shiny jet that they'll get when they win the grand luck roulette.
Still I think that it shows that even if life blows, when the sky fills with crows and your luck seems to have froze, luck is just a fact of life that nobody knows
With the good comes the bad, with the happy the sad, with the boring the rad, that luck is quite a fad
Just know that whether you're hung out to dry or live in Versailles, whether you hit the bulls-eye or things go awry, have everything money can buy or just barely scrape by, you just can't deny your life is at the mercy of life's invisible die

This is actually really tacky but I'm experimenting.

#lucky #tacky

Pedro Garcia Apr 2016

Scholarly Folly

Another wonderful night, quite a college student's delight.
I sit with a book open but no mind to read, no mind to heed, instead I type up this grieving student's creed.
See, there lies within me the desire to study and succeed, a desire that holds the ferocity of a bear!
But much like a bear, it lies dormant in there, hibernating without a care for my fruitless despair, and I must say, it's kind of unfair.
Nevertheless, here I begrudgingly open up my textbook for law, staring in awe with an unhinged jaw since the words on the page seem to only make me go "uhh."
I have a quiz, a midterm,a research paper, and much more to follow! Unfortunately, the information is a bit much to swallow. And frankly I'm worried my head just might be hollow. So, within my tears I'll continue to wallow.
So I read, and I re-read.
I cry, and I re-cry.
I give up, and I give up, albeit on tackling a different beast.
My only solace is the little mini-naps, closing my eyes for just a second or two, just to refresh my mind and continue reading the ch-

or waking up in an awkward position on the couch with my laptop on and my glasses barely holding onto my face, another morning of realizing I only did half the work I intended to!

#college #badstudent #lawishard

Pedro Garcia Apr 2016

Panic

math test in three hours
don't know math, but what a great
time for some haiku poetry

#regret #math #procrastination #mathishard #badchoice

Pedro Garcia Mar 2016

Nontitled

it seems to be a split whether a title is significant or not
while poems are written freely, a title requires much thought
a meaningful title which embodies the piece as a whole
or perhaps a non-intrusive title to present the work is the goal
to place trivial importance on an irrelevant aspect of presentation
but some may see a meaningful gesture that requires much contemplation
there are those who see titles as creative outlets that require an imagination unbridled
however that is a point that is tough to argue when so many poems are still called Untitled

#blank #untitled #notitle #whytitle

Pedro Garcia Mar 2016

Material Love

She stole it from me, the warmth of my world
Without hesitation, she took away my shelter from the cold
Borrowing without even asking, her eyes gave away the whole exchange
That gal didn’t have to plea, wouldn’t have worked on me
Frankly I didn’t want her to have it, it was rightfully mine
But who am I to deny a face so beauteous, I had no power
You can’t put a price on the smile of an angel
However, that hoodie cost me 140+ dollars with shipping, so love be ****** in the name of fashion
how dare she

#fashion #expensive #weakwill