By Alexis Garcia
I’m an unfinished thought A mosaic of melancholic memories A misplaced comma The unintentional pauses between Phrases riddled with double meanings A semi-functioning vessel on the surface Covering up the frequent malfunctions In desperate need of repair. A questioned answer An impenetrable equation A hopeful variable seeking to Become a constant A nuanced enigma A fickle frenzy Misinterpreted, unable to be contained Misunderstood, wanting someone to match my refrain I used to believe I was Better in theory and Left much to be desired in practice But the fact is, even stars collapse I get pushed to the edge On the brink of complete self-destruction And dare to find my way back. This is me, in all of my hesitant glory Eagerly awaiting to embark on The next chapter in my story.
There is a sort of beauty That creeps its way into the madness The perpetual stream of doubts That have audibly flooded a Magnificently troubled mind It is indeed a terrible thing to waste Where tempestuous words can be touched Mishandled to imperfection Their harshness left out to thaw Only to harden once more Once the scent of disdain settles in Vulnerability has never tasted more Like sweet bitter Chaos has never seemed More peaceful The subtle luring to a place where Screams are seen protruding From a glass half-empty one day Half-full the next The insecurities that have chipped away At the poorly constructed guard Have unearthed a reluctant bloom You enter the garden that was once A site where signs of life were not found And revel in the decay. There will be more troubles lying ahead More wonders to come across In order to have a little peace There must always be a little chaos.
Normal Is Overrated
Normal is waking up, getting dressed and Going about your day without A second thought. Not conjuring up different scenarios about What could possibly happen Some of them minor Some of them fatal Normal is making a mistake Learning from it and accepting That things happen. Not spending hours figuring out How you could’ve avoided Being so stupid and now everyone Thinks that’s what you are. Normal is taking what people say At face value Not convincing yourself that Everyone is lying and there’s Always a hidden agenda, an ulterior motive. Normal is a drink or two To blow off some steam Not intentionally mixing alcohol And playing Russian roulette with prescription pills To set yourself free from your mental imprisonment. Normal is flat tires, shopping for groceries, Laughing at a joke from last week, Taking a chance on your heart’s desires, Finally learning how to swim, Staying present. Normal is overrated.
Alexis Garcia is a queer Hispanic writer from New York, NY. She graduated from Manhattanville College in 2017 with a Bachelor of Arts in English. Since then, she has had some of her poetry published in a few anthologies: Volume Red and Volume Honey with Beautiful Minds Unite LLC and Upon Arrival: Threshold with Eber & Wein Publishing.
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I really enjoyed reading Alexis Garcia’s poem “Introducing Me.” Lines such as “I’m an unfinished thought” or “A misplaced comma” (again describing herself) can actually describe anyone or everyone. I really think that her poem describes every single person in the world, as no one is perfect. She states that, sometimes directly, and at other times indirectly, in her poem. Frank Kowal