I am a single mother who is singer/songwriter and poet. I have always been a poet since I could write, my inspiration comes from all areas of life but I mostly write better when I suffer...I'm the suffer in silence type but when in love that where the most beautiful magic comes to life within me, within my songs, within my poems. I love John Keats, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, Pablo Neruda, Emily... more »
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Anya Garcia Poems
The broken pieces of my heart try to find a way to mend.
Living With A Broken Heart
Life is hard when living with a broken heart, somehow life is impossible with all the pain but time passes and soon you start to live, breathe, and smile again.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder but, what if those eyes can't see? The beauty in the reflection staring back at me.
I hate the sun I hate the sky I hate the moon I hate all the stars that shine
My Fire & Ice
I kiss the stars.... An explosion occurs within my heart, gravity has no hold on me.
Oh, sun let me bathe in your warmth, Let me dance in your glory Make me cry with your beauty
Until you have known fear... Until you have have a shed a tear...
Loneliness always settles at it's convenience not allowing us to break free. Holding tight onto our hearts
Life is alot like drowning..... so painful, so suffocating and dark. Yet it can leave you breathless with it's peace.
I followed an impossible one day. He lead me on a path I knew but, then lead me a stray. So lost, I was trying to find my way.
A shadow cast upon my heart, holds me prisoner with no bail.
What is a promise? What makes it so special from the start as the words come out of his mouth and they find the way to your heart.
Ode To My Daughter
Once my daughter was so ill I almost thought I would lose her...these were my feelings on just the thought, she was hospitalized for a week, she got it over it....GOD do I love her! For 4 days and 4 nights, I watched over you, waking in a panic! To check on you, If I dozed off to sleep
Starry Starry Nights
Ravage me! won't you come with me? We can go together into sunsets with no ends, or beginnings...
Comments about Anya Garcia
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The broken pieces
of my heart try
to find a way to mend.
But, it's the silence
your absence gives
that it cannot
This hearts all shattered
Pieces of me scattered
I don't feel like singing
My sorrows so deep
I feel it, I'm sinking.