I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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So here we are at last
Ultimatum set in place
Whether or not I should reflect on the past
Fates worst blow struck my chest
As my mind seeks to erase
Us by your request
My body is numb
I cant feel a thing
I’m in a different spectrum
My eyes struck with confusion
At how you’re a human being
But its all fiction
You cant even see
The bloody tear
That runs down me
As it stains my cheek
The scar I fear
The mark that lets me know I’m weak
I’m stuck in my shadow now
Left with only a false reality
Word that’s stuck on my lips is “how”
Thoughtless I roam
No source of sensitivity
Unattached I return home

No one can find me
I’m right in front of them
The bloody tear instilled with what I was
The memories locked in the plasma
Hits the floor and I’m no longer
So it is
Soul lost in a void so haunting
Because its left with only wanting
Of all that once was and what cold have been
Last I speak my peace
Wished that you wouldn’t be the one have me fall
And be the end of it all

Christopher Mendoza


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