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 Nov 2019 Kaya Garcia
Emilia B
Mist
 Nov 2019 Kaya Garcia
Emilia B
Everyone has their twisted corner
With secrets and scars
And dying stars.

No one ever understands
Lonely in the mist I am
On my knees, eyes bleed
No one there to take my hand

Every direction I look,
I Can’t see for more than a yard away
The sunset is due
End of the day
I’ll close my eyes
Breathe the pain away
Love is the hunger that only one heart can satiate,
The thirst that only one soul can quench..

Love creates a balance.. Not a deficiency,

It is between two opposites,
For only two opposite sides make a balance.
Only two opposite sides can come into one and make a complete piece..
Two hearts beating into one,
Souls lighting up in sync.
Love is not what we see. It is beyond what we feel.
Love is that which we can't help but watch unfold.
It is a phenomenon.
 Nov 2019 Kaya Garcia
Ash Young
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 Nov 2019 Kaya Garcia
Ash Young
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I've run out of words.

And that, I think, is the most frightening prospect of them all.
Truth be told
The old songs sound
Very, very old

Songs in moss
Are what come across
When I hear them play

Distant voices
Might bring to mind
Young love or a rainy day

But they seem covered with dust
Like silent nicknacks
On an old shelf

Or faded like pictures
Forever displayed
In halls inside of myself
 Oct 2019 Kaya Garcia
Malia
You give me life
Yet you **** me
A little every day.

I ask of you
What did I ever do to you?
Except nourish
And raise you
All for you to rule me.

Love, Earth
 Oct 2019 Kaya Garcia
Lemon
Honestly
 Oct 2019 Kaya Garcia
Lemon
"Honestly if you dont care
You could just say it
Or you'll keep being haunted,
But if you keep it inside
Forces will collide
Cause we both know that this is
important

Your unsteady hands
And awkward glances
Seriously wont last forever,
We should sit this down;
Put our issues to the ground
Cause its better now than never

I know how you feel
I understand your pain
But there's no need to push it farther,
The dice has been rolled,
The game has begun
We'll end it one way or another

You think you're not worth it
And the world wouldn't mind
If it lost another angel
To the other side

If your time has not come
And your star has not shone
There's a reason you have not yet won
For the choices you make
Have already been placed
For success is a job well done"
I am sad Π^Π
 Oct 2019 Kaya Garcia
Jolan Lade
Why would I listen?
To gain their recognition, follow their tradition?
I cant let them decide my mission, I am my own edition
Won't let them send me to prison
I see the risen of my ambition
I should use my cannon
And shoot a **** load of "Stay away" ammunition.
Won't let them take away my personality
Because that is my specialty
I am doing a "popetry"
 Oct 2019 Kaya Garcia
Karijinbba
Speak
When you speak I see cascades of life.
Life and light tend to look the same.
Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water.
When you speak I feel heat.
You have yet to burn me.
You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire
yet to blaze. When you speak I smell salt water.
Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing.
The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately
calm surface. When you speak I taste loneliness.
Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines.
I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering  cold, rusty, metal walls
When you speak I hear midnight.
You know how to play the silences.
I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating. Whisper or shout
speak to me againHole in my heart
Speak Karijinbba Beloved!
Never had a problem speaking was friendly yet cautious--bit shy when meeting people who seemed to have me under a microscope as an adult yet still enjoyed listening to them speak my true love was my best teacher in the above but he never hung around long enough to break the ice nor he just poped the question I was to beg cry sing for him ask him to marry me but I was a hybrid  ET Cindi couldn't order the mice to help me out much less ask a king to be mine
i observed body language what they say and not say i deciphered the in betweens the thing NOT revealed All gets recorded in our memory bank. As a child I was silenced in a nunnery five years not allowed to speak but only with Yes or No by an evil nun as a hate crime.a form of turture
The subconscious sees hears feels tastes eats drinks it all-it's our photografic memory recorder for everything good and. bad!
We get to experience, right?
the tangible and intangible things we are that thing which God created in his image I did learn to Speak read even other languages in time i overcame that grip of evil, uderdtanding the beauty and ugliness in SIlence!. By the way Karijin my poetic nick name is a lovely hole in Australia it looks like a woomb giving birth to blue waters a honeymoon trip I missed along with my beloved groom Pc/rk.
~All tights received.~
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
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