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Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Done with the past,
Moving on to the present;
Fulfilling dreams
For a successful future.

Life’s not just a walk in the park,
It’s a threshold of obstacles;
My past was not a joke,
I bet hers as well.

She achieved recognitions,
Gained a lot of friends;
Met up with past friends
And even fell in love.

But all these changed
As time passed by.
Betrayals in the back,
A heart break tore her apart.

She was totally lost,
Got nowhere to go;
Just about to end her life
Until hope reached its hands.

Through true friends’ help,
She was revived and changed;
Life went back to its old way
With more achievements to boot.

She had buried the dying self
And brought herself back to life.
As the time had come,
She succeeded in flying colors.

Now, no more of this soul
That lingers in the past.
Now, here she is
At the best time of her life.
This was written after I joined CYA, a religious org in our school. Tells how I was able to get out of my "Great Depression" & of what was in store of me.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Every beats you make,
I shall be glorified;
Every noise you break
Leaves me satisfied.

In your hymn
Shall I follow;
Give my life a neat trim,
Evil you will burrow.

Forever my threshold,
I shall not veer;
Your plan shall unfold
As my faith is steer.

Your hymn of praise
Fills up my soul,
With joy & grace
And makes me whole.

I may lose everything,
You stick like glue;
Ever understanding,
My God, never blue.
Inspired in the Spirit on this one.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Why’d you always
Make me go sideways?
Every heartbeat skips,
Can’t catch up as it grips.

Just as he glanced by,
So intensely shy;
My lips shook with fear,
All I did is sneer.

Mantra goes on static,
Everything became enigmatic;
Flew me up all the way,
What more can I say?

Hit much with a blow,
No longer gone slow;
Indeed, all sheer love,
An ode from above.

Stare to me, I’d sway,
Go take me away;
Then I’ll be happy
At least, more snappy.
Crush problems. But that was the past. -_-
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Up and down,
That’s how life flows;
Just used to its scowl,
I go what it shows.

A myriad of colors
Surround these sheer pages;
From fail to honors,
Complete throughout ages.

But time consumes to extreme,
Onto own life to pay;
Come flee as if in a dream,
So to say, seize the day.

Run like there’s no tomorrow,
For time is just narrow;
There is not a chance to waste,
So fly away, make haste.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Cascading gently,
But with rupture as it seems;
Innocent wind
Turns to a violent storm.

How can I handle
That ache inside?
Avoid it?
It’s very hard.

It devours you,
It burdens on the inside;
Once anger heightens,
It comes out.

Nothing can stop it,
Unless you try to control it;
A shadow of you,
Alter ego so dangerous.

Now, I've passed a whole new light,
Lifted trauma off sight;
All gone away with the past,
New moniker at last.

I have locked her far away,
Secluded as they say;
Together with the trauma,
Forever in coma.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Playing to my senses
Like a classic repertoire;
Strum as it advances,
A beat of my memoir.

With endless notes
That daunts its hem,
Every memory quotes
Emotions hidden each stem.

Up or down,
Trebles to its extreme;
Smile or frown,
Flows accord as it seem.

As you take a stance,
The feet feel heavy;
The perfection of your grace
Prevails over pirouettes.

Pressure’s getting intense,
Many are watching over you;
Looking your every move
As you bring in the show.
For the love of aesthetic things.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Discouraged hearts
Scowl their anger;
Out from the depths
To its summit.

Devouring my whole,
Piercing to the flesh;
Shameful of waiting,
Flow that pool of blood.

Smudged into the white,
Stains like blood;
Lying to the stale,
Lifeless at its root.

Why did you cast me out?
You hypocrite user!
Revenge isn’t my way,
But I know what I’ll do.

Rain on my parade,
It can’t stop me;
As long as the sun’s in its raid,
It’s how it will be.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
In that place dwell,
Memories that swell;
My sojourn, so to speak,
Now dead and bleak.

Where have the days gone?
They did nothing but fawn;
A good place, no more,
Severed like a sore.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Isolated, trapped in a dark abyss,
Remained under her lulled admonition;
Never wished to depart, but to depress,
Grieve then be stiff, yielded in damnation.

Cut off away from the world’s speed of light,
Off she choked a too petty eulogy;
Swore never to venture off from its sight,
Deprive hope, ****** apathy with elegy.

The dark poet’s ode continues to cruise,
Spills & spreads to her frail soul like poison;
Intoxicate & numbs her as a bruise,
Nullifies every positive motion.

Go better off now, my little sweet one,
The world has just locked away your sunshine;
Forget about help, you’re banished & gone,
Sleep it all away, not one can outshine.
This poem was written when my "dark poet" self appeared.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
Everything's in a fast pace.
Can I still catch up?
Running in an endless race,
Life has worn me out.

I'm like a wall
That can't easily be brought down.
Time though has made me fall,
But made me realized not to frown.

I have to stay firm,
Even in adversities.
Let not time hinder, I affirm.
It brings the best of abilities.

Please keep up with me,
Even not for long.
I'll show you how precious you are to me.
Let not time's race lose its myriad song.
Another of the first ones I posted in the past, and this is randomly inspired.
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