CRACKED

I spent my nights on telepathy
am I the truthful wannabe
I know your lies
I know your secrets

why do you run around so much
wish I didn't tell you everything
are we two, or are we no-one

You don't care about my cracks
in the end I'm more broken than you
but I don't care
It's all a fantasy
we all play games to run away 

I see you raining on my vision
my pain will never be yours
living alone, together we don't touch
it's all mine
 could all be better if we ran away

copyright Soraya Garcia 12/14/13

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KNOTS

A million knots, not undone
not vanishing, never calm

they have their iron fortress
idiolized for being dumb

Nowhere to touch
nowhere to go
foggy memories
hiding all the withered scars

and you're not the only one
removed from life and all its sadness
removed from everyone
gone without the shiny gun

© S.Garcia 11-25-13

GUILTY

All the late night calls
broken telephones
no one there to fight
breathing though the nite

we all want something we never wanted
when we fall apart
we all want something that never lasted
through the course of all

Tell me why
Tell me why, Tell me why
do you wanna me make me guilty
Tell me why, tell me why
do I feel so hurt when I look at you
makes me cry, makes me cry 
I don't wanna be guilty
and somehow it won't ever mean so much at all

Broken promises
getting more of what you started
raining autumn leaves
your time is up don't fight it

we all want something we never wanted
when we fall apart
we all want something that never lasted
through the course of all

"GUILTY" copyright Soraya Garcia 8/13/2013

THEIR WORLD

Fitting into the dummies' world
a toxic ordeal in the end
when they holler at the mundane
so interested and mean

you're just a another wanna-be searcher
everything about this is so unreal
I just wanna turn it all over
but you keep looking at what I never see

I wanna get out
a world where the bad ones are good and the other way around
I wanna fight it
I wanna change it all around
Never the great pretender
 it's all so simple for the ones with the sun in their hearts
but you're not like them

copyright by Soraya M Garcia 5/13/13

A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE

They were everywhere. People. Had he lost mind, he asked himself. Things had changed, times had become shorter, attention spans didn't exist anymore and life had become, well, somewhat dry. Pretty dry actually. He remembered what it was like to be a kid again. Summers that seemed to last a lifetime, days that never wanted to end. "He must have REALLY lost is mind......" The voice in his head had grown louder.  The sadness and disappointment with life he had always dragged along with himself like that special box your mom never wanted you to discover, had finally overthrown him. He shuffled his way through the hot streets of his semi-decaying city and watched the laughing, playing children, chatty mothers and proud fathers as if he had been separated from them by an invisible wall. As if they were in a slow motion world where happiness was somehow attainable. Flashback. He knew this feeling far too well. Being disconnected and cold inside made you feel strong, but somehow, it also killed everything you could ever feel. He wondered if he could feel, if he was able to feel. Anything but this fucking cold, or this fucking pain. Somehow it all was the same anyway. A sticky melting-pot of fucked up non-emotions waiting to follow him until the day he died, or so he thought...

And I feel like I'm being erased................................... No one got left here

"No One" by COLD

Well I can't ever really believe
No one was sent to get me
And I feel like I'm being erased
No one got left here

I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left here

I can't even breathe when I see
The pictures sent without you
I feel like i've been erased
No one got left here

I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left

I'm so sick of this terrible instinct
It's so hard now
Just to find you
I'm so sick of this terrible instinct
It's so hard now
Just to find you

So sick of the terrible instinct
I can only find you
So sick of the terrible instinct
I can only find you

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
Nobody got left

All alone............

The art of feeling sorry
with no one on the line
the art of feeling angry
with no one left to fight

There's nobody outthere
you'd like to think
dusted-off security
pre-programmed demise

The weak they love the sun
soaking up everyone
the weak they love the downfall, crying all the same
as their world goes down


No grip as always
chokening anger and purity
you're far away you could be everything
you're far away you could be everything
let me run away

copyright by Soraya M Garca 4/29/2013

ROADS

They don't know what to say
switching perspectives again
I don't wanna do what they do
I don't don't wanna believe what they think

30 roads with 100 outcomes
rose petals or kitchen knives
it's not as bad as it sounds they say

you drift into another direction
while I'm finding mine
you're becoming what I feared you'd be 
unidentified by most of them

in the end it all sounds stupid
tunnelvision sight sets in
the fear of becoming nothing and everything
all at once hits me

 copyright by Soraya M Garcia 3/23/2013

LA love....................

I haven't been to CALI or L.A: yet....but when I do..............I hope it will sound and feel like this:

http://www.arjanwrites.com/arjanwrites/2009/04/free-download-young-love-black-boots.html