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 Mar 2016 Pedro Garcia
Sara Buzz
I stood on the roof with inglorious intentions, looking around shakily for someone to stop me.
But no one came.

I stepped up onto the ledge and waited, pleading silently, desperately, for someone to save me.
I waited a few minutes.
But again, no one came.

I jumped off the building.
Falling, I still hoped someone could swoop in or fly up to save me.
I knew there could be no such person. And to my aid no one came.

I plummeted down and hit the ground as a pain swelled in my head suddenly and everything harshly faded to black.
My body lay there waiting to be seen, discovered by anyone.
It was too late for me to be saved.
But finally someone came.
Here's an older one i'd written, I had to go through great lengths to find it actually seeing I have too many notebooks for my own good.
The darkness started to fade away
just long enough to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.
Once again feeling, once again hopeful.
Only to bombard me with a hurricane
Twisting, ripping, shredding through my newly stitched soul
The peaces shattering to the ground
shadows engulfing me like a children's dance.
Once again my sole is clouded by the demons sins.
Why continue?
I have done it all, yet nothing works
none of them care enough to hit pause just for a moment
they expect you to leave everything behind and come to the beach
yet when you ask for them to just sit and listen to the rain
the shadows steal them away
So here I sit alone weighted down by the weight of the tears
whispering for help praying for just a flicker of a candle
hoping to scare the shadows away.
So here my clouded soul sits alone in the darkness of the hurricane.
 Mar 2016 Pedro Garcia
Lizzie
nobody tells you what to do
when you've made the mistake of falling,
you've ended up on the bottom
and your bones have fallen outside your reach
when you feel the watch ticking
on the hand that you've been holding
and it pulls you with each moment
theres nothing I can do
about the hours bound to unbind us
or the distance that will pull us apart
and nobody
nobody has told me what to do
Im just drunk enough to post this
 Mar 2016 Pedro Garcia
Alaska
Worth
 Mar 2016 Pedro Garcia
Alaska
You are not
worthless.
You are worth
more than all
the stars in
the sky,
More than all
the waves that
kiss the shore,
More than all
the birds that
fly the skies,
More than all
the clouds that
float on by,
More than all
the wishes dreamers
make upon dandelions.
You are worth
something.
 Feb 2014 Pedro Garcia
D
"I'll huff and puff and I'll blow this house down!"*

Go ahead, it's just a house
A structure of cement and bricks
It's not like I can't find another
Or make one from mud and sticks

Go ahead, it's just a house
It's not special to me
It's not like this house was my home
I hid that in a place that you cannot reach

So go ahead,
Huff and puff until your head explodes
Because that is just a house
And not my home
My home lies only in my own heart, a place few will ever find
 Feb 2014 Pedro Garcia
Lexie
You hold all the magic of the universe in your hand
You tell me the answers to things I could never understand
But I don't need all the answers to things I will never know
I just need to hold your hand and let those things go

You have the stars spelling out my name
But its just you I want I don't need the fame
I cant see the future I don't know what will come
But I will always trust you cause you rise like the sun

Your life is different and your face keeps changing
But I can always trust you and the fire you keep blazing
The magic you control is stronger than my hope
But my love keeps you captive stronger than rope

Your magic is it closer to your heart than me
Your magic does it keep you captive even though you say it sets you free
See may not being believing
But my eyes are so deceiving

My mask is melting from the heat
My tongue is salty no longer sweet
My mouth is dry and lips are parched
From the long dusty roads I marched

To get to and oasis in the middle of a dessert
To let your magic get rid of the hurt
Is this just a sport to you is it all a game
I just want to see you now without all your pain
 Feb 2014 Pedro Garcia
Faith
To me,
you're the whisper I find in snow.
You're the emphasis on my "T's"  
You sing me stardust.
You scream me the sun.

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