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Dream Of You
I dream about you everyday.
You are in my thoughts and in my dreams.
I can't seem to erase those things.
My heart cries out "YES"
My mind doesn't.
Or might it be the opposite way?
Tied up in confusion,
I know 100 percent what I want to do.
From the beginning,
I imagined the ending.
I bathed myself with my own waters.
But I looked deep inside myself
And I saw nothing but darkness
Now my favorite color is red
And I long for that wonderful feeling
My favorite place to hide is called,
"The Place no one looks."
My life feels like a hole.
My bloody thing is hollow.
The stomach burning after the swallows.
My thoughts are on opposites don't attract.
But I dream of you.
I look at the stars in the sky
And my mind wanders into your real world
I see toothpicks here and sticks there
I see fire and the desire to continue walking
Square paper things confuse me
Then I remember my other color is blue.
The mighty hand has control of the actions.
But my hair continues growing.
Someone called "Lust" reaches out.
I fall deeper into the hole.
Darkness comes over me
And yet I still dream of you
How could I forget my date with "damn it" boy?
Then my clock breaks and time seems to run
Now I dream only
My thoughts are on you
Nasty, pretty, stupid, friendly thoughts
My twin longs for you
Now Wait!!!
She's caught up with me
We walk side by side with Life
Life says, "Keep walking"
Soon Life met Efil
But I dream of you
Don't fall over the edge please
Turn the lights on in a new room, and
Take care of your temple
Our dollar bill has separated
Your half, and my half, going through spider webs
I hope I wake up from this night mare
But I have
I found the missing piece of my mixed puzzle
And Life met Efil
They both lived happily ever after
But I will always dream of you
Because that's the way it was meant to be.
Loida E. Garcia
Unofficially Yours
I think of you
I dream of you
I might have a "thing" for you
(I am) Unofficially Yours
You don't know
I want to go
Be with you and not be low
(I am) Unofficially Yours
I might see
What you want to be
But please let me be
(I am) Unofficially Yours
Your eyes so blue
There's no clue
Of this "thing" for you
(I am) Unofficially Yours
So life goes on and on
I think of the bright sun
So let me dream on
Because in one
(I am) Unofficially Yours
Loida E. Garcia 2-7-02
(No Name)
I sat in a circle surrounded by some people I hardly knew. Everyone seemed
to be having a good time. Weird words were coming out of mouths. Weird
thoughts were being thought of and spoken of. No one knew what was going
on. It was happening. The world opened a whole new door, a whole new
world, once for me, twice for others. It was an unforgettable night filled
with laughter, bonding, humor, passing of the plate, more passing,
tickling, imagination, alien visions, walking, parks, frost, my brand new
baby Toby (kitten) running around playing and exploring, muffins,
boyfriends and girlfriends, single russian, single chica, single chica's,
cigarettes, smoking, smoke, glasses and glasses of water, flirting,
talking, drawing, music, pictures.
So many things, so little time. Time passed by so fast as if it wanted to
end our exhilaration. We were high up in the heavens. The skies filled
with puffy whilte clouds. Are they smoke? Is it coke? Or powedered sugar?
No, just evaporated water from the earth getting ready to pour down on us
again just so it can evaporate once more. The cycle begins again. It keeps
going and going and going just like the energizer bunny. THe earth's
batteries never stop. Our time is just a battery. Some day these batteries
will stop functioning. In the mean time, we stare at the clouds in the sky
and what we see are elephants and bunnies and birds and different animals,
and people, and shapes. Do we see God? He does not appreciate us being
under the influence of foreign liquids, poisonous liquids and smoke. We
are harming his temple. Harming ourselves. How do we stop and see God?
Feel God? Temptation is every where. It is in your house underneath the
sheets, in your dreams, in your ice box, in your hands, in your future,
with friends, family, lovers, girlfriends, boyfriends. It's sweet
temptation. It takes over your mind and body. You feel ecstasy. Lips feel
numb. Hands are numb. Body is numb. Your heart jumps with joy. You feel
wobbly. Maybe woozy. Is love painful as this? Lust is nothing but outer
feelings. Love comes from deep inside your heart. Look inside your heart.
What do you feel? Do you feel joy? Sadness? Frustration? Anger? Hate?
Love? Lust? Do you feel spiritual? Take a look at these things...Then,
tell me what you see...
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Silent Tears
Time is running out
My heart is frozen and has nothing to say.
The minutes pass by and I cry.
Deep inside a river overflows.
My head explodes.
With frustration and anger for myself.
My head struggles to think of the words
And I was mute.
One more minute passes by
And my eyes are like apples
So red and juicy.
What I taste is not sweet but salty.
One hundred minutes are gone
And my eyes open to see
A piece of the puzzle missing.
The emptiness I feel inside of me
Hurts and leaves a scar
And every night I wish upon a star
That someday my heart will burn with fire and desire once again.
With hope to find the missing piece of the broken puzzle.
Loida Garcia 1-7-99
Copyright 2000
Gossip
I knew
And you knew too
We all know all too well
But do they know what we know now?
Who Knows!
Sick Thoughts
My day started out shitty
Like any other day
I woke up with a fucked up dream stuck in my so called head.
Quickly I get up and notice the clock
Damn thing tricked me again
I swear that thing does not like this
Of course, If I was it,
I wouldn't like me.
Just the sight of me would make me sick
What are my secrets?
Everyone looks at everyone and asks,
"Where are their hidden books?"
I have no fucking idea what this world wants from me
I'm stuck between 2 walls
I get sick and sick until
My insides cry out
Then I imagine myself swallowing a bowling ball
So heavy my back hurts
My mind is in heaven
I'm on cloud nine
New little people on the earth
Feelings here, feelings there.
Feelings are everywhere.
Mine are ten times around this world
we live in such a cruel world
My day ends, and all I can think about is
"What a fucked up day."
Part good, part bad.
Another day will come, too bad.
Loida E. Garcia
From Far Away
I see you from far away
Hello! Do you know I'm here?
This candy tastes really sweet
I'm unconscious to the funny shape
Representing mushy and out of this world touches
My two sinners see the pleasure
But don't feel the treasure
My legs are stuck in this position
I can't go on because of candy
It's so sweet and will be forever
From far away there is a flower
Multicolored flower with style
Color blindness comes over me
And there's no way to fix my mistake
My two sinners love to measure
The distance between two flowers
A wonderful light shines down on the one
From far away I see the brightness
Too bad I'm glued to this spot
I put myself here only because of candy
Tasting the sweetness pleasures my sinners, so
From far away
You will always be
The sugar in my tea.
Loida E. G
The Dream
The night goes by so quickly as I die
My dreams seem like the ending is so far
I see a light that’s bright with him nearby
Does he know, does he see the shining star
I lie on the hard floor in pain and weak
He moves and he talks so sweetly and calm
My eyes open and I reach for his cheek
I see the tears and wipe them with my palm
I try to talk but my voice is no good
I want to say some words but it’s too hard
He knows what I am feeling and he should
But I don’t mean to leave him hurt and scarred
I close my eyes then open them to see
The moon shining outside above my tree
It’s been years since I’ve seen her face
Three, maybe four since we’ve hugged
I was only eighteen when we were together
We went to another country for the third time
To see her and all of our family that we missed
We were happy and excited to see them after so long
I remember eighteen and my hair was long
I had long bangs that always got in my face
But I always fixed my hair like a young miss
Bad mistake, I would say to myself after all those hugs
I brought my curling iron but wouldn’t need it this time
It didn’t matter, and no one cared because we were all together
For some reason I refused to stay with my parents together
With my aunt, but if I did, they knew it wouldn’t last long
Little did I know that would be my last time
To be near her and touch her face
I remember giving her many hugs
She would say, in turn, what a pretty young miss
I slept at my cousins every night, but in the morning I would miss
Waking up to the sound of my parents and family laughing together
Sitting around the table eating breakfast and hugging
All the little kids who’d come up to say hi and so long
In the morning I’d wash my face
And walk over to my aunt’s just in time
The mornings were hot but beautiful and in time
My cousins and I would go into town just to find out we missed
All the cute guys, which weren’t very many we came to face.
Later in the evening we’d all sit outside and have dinner together
At the picnic table, under the tree and we’d talk for hours long, and
At night before bedtime, I’d say goodnight and give my aunt a hug.
The day came when everyone was teary eyed and hugging
We ddin’t know that would be our last time,
We’d get to see and touch her face, but we had to say so long.
The drive back home was hot and lonely, and we all missed
Our family we loved. We were happy together
For the short amount of time we saw each other’s faces.
Now twenty-one, I remember the hugs and oh how I miss
The times spent with her and I together.
After so long, pictures and memories are all I have to see her face. |
Poor Rich Girl
The words that came out are imaginary balls of fire
She aims and shoots but misses the target
I can see behind that mask she calls a number one prize
I feel her crying out for something great
Like an ugly duckling she walks being 19,000
Poor rich girl doesn't know she's not in Kansas anymore
Toto is gone and the tears flow
I listen but no words are spoken
Blah, blah, blah is what's heard
Boring words are not my interest
I sit, watch, and pretend not to be me
As hard as it is, I succeed
My heart pounds and feels swollen
I can't take this pressure
Princess perfect walks on
She acts merrily
Lies are thought of but no action is taken
Life is present with surprises
Confusion tears up our souls each day
We manage to stay in one place
And together we will survive.
Loida Garcia
September 24, 2002
THE BITCH
Walking, talking, smiling, faking. Chin up high, back
straight, bellyache. White teeth, straight hair, smelly breath, thinking
popular, not so nice to her, you’re a bitch. Liar, cheater, drama…Queen,
still a bitch. Think you’re perfect, so not worth it, so get over it.
Crying, so your hurt, people care, but I don’t. You’re so poor, need some
money, don’t look at me. Such a bitch, calling names, think you’re hot, but
you’re not. Weigh three hundred, haha tuck your shirt in. Red, white, blue,
I don’t know you. People say, people know, you’re the one who’s gotta go.
50, 60, 70 dollar clothes that match your age. Confessions, obsessions, bad
actions. You like, you love, you hate, you shove. Why would you, how could
you BE you. Ugly, pretty, saying you’re only 30. Times have changed so
please get moving. Anger, sadness, all this madness. All you say is rain
rain go way. Don’t come back another day!
The End
Written by Loida “G” on September 13, 2002.
P.S. The bitches never leave.
The Tree
It starts with a seed
It grows in the woods
Doing a good deed
To bring us some goods
It grows in the woods
With many others
To give us some goods
And feeding off water
With many others
Giving us things
And feeding off water
The birds are chirping
Giving us things
On warm summer days
The birds are chirping
Under the cool shade
On warm summer days
We write a nice poem
Under the cool shade
We always show them
We write a nice poem
On this thing we use
We always show them
But some people abuse
On this thing we use
We put our thoughts
But some people abuse
What this thing has brought
We put our thoughts
On something it gave us
What this thing has brought
People don’t realize
On something it gave us
One doesn’t see
People don’t realize
What a wonderful tree
One doesn’t see
Doing a good deed
What a wonderful tree
It starts with a seed
Tia Maria
It’s been years since I’ve seen her face
Three, maybe four since we’ve hugged
I was only eighteen when we were together
We went to another country for the third time
To see her and all of our family that we missed
We were happy and excited to see them after so long
I remember eighteen and my hair was long
I had long bangs that always got in my face
But I always fixed my hair like a young miss
Bad mistake, I would say to myself after all those hugs
I brought my curling iron but wouldn’t need it this time
It didn’t matter, and no one cared because we were all together
For some reason I refused to stay with my parents together
With my aunt, but if I did, they knew it wouldn’t last long
Little did I know that would be my last time
To be near her and touch her face
I remember giving her many hugs
She would say, in turn, what a pretty young miss
I slept at my cousins every night, but in the morning I would miss
Waking up to the sound of my parents and family laughing together
Sitting around the table eating breakfast and hugging
All the little kids who’d come up to say hi and so long
In the morning I’d wash my face
And walk over to my aunt’s just in time
The mornings were hot but beautiful and in time
My cousins and I would go into town just to find out we missed
All the cute guys, which weren’t very many we came to face.
Later in the evening we’d all sit outside and have dinner together
At the picnic table, under the tree and we’d talk for hours long, and
At night before bedtime, I’d say goodnight and give my aunt a hug.
The day came when everyone was teary eyed and hugging
We ddin’t know that would be our last time,
We’d get to see and touch her face, but we had to say so long.
The drive back home was hot and lonely, and we all missed
Our family we loved. We were happy together
For the short amount of time we saw each other’s faces.
Now twenty-one, I remember the hugs and oh how I miss
The times spent with her and I together.
After so long, pictures and memories are all I have to see her face. |
