Laticia Vargas-Mendoza

Joined February 2018

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Aspiring writer. I have been writing poetry since I was 6. Now I have the courage to share with you. I want to write as a career and help support us. your support is greatly appreciated too and will allow me to keep following my passion.

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You
Though at times you are my peace, you are also my storm. though most times you are what makes me feel safe, I also fear that at any point you may become my demise.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza7 years ago in Poets
You
Though at times you are my peace, you are also my storm. though most times you are what makes me feel safe, I also fear that at any point you may become my demise.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza7 years ago in Poets
I'm Okay
Somedays I want to lay in my bath and pull my head under water to drown out the thoughts of myself hatred. Somedays I stay under a little too long.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza7 years ago in Poets
Left to Wonder
How far is too far? How weak is too weak? How strong do you have to be just to live? I don’t even know why I’m still here drowning in my tears.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza7 years ago in Poets
Waters of the Mind
This ship was never meant to man alone, but yet I do so. Always have, always will. every sailor, every friend, Once we boarded a dock It was a rare sight to have ever seen them return for, if, I had not just left them yet.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
The Look
The eyes that soothe my anxious mind. The soft smirk that that clams my hyper limbs. The eyes that tell me I am beautiful.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
My World in You. Top Story - February 2018.
From the air I breathe to the warm touch and caress of your hands. A touch as though I’ve just been kissed by the sun. The peace I find when I get lost in you.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
Status Quo
In a world ruled by gilded beauty and false idols. When all that defines you is who you know and your choice of clothes. In a time of being so divided, people scream across the roads to one another about the choice of life and death. Is it a right, or is it murder? Both sides nothing but deaf ears. Getting nowhere fast.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
Night Owl Mistress
I am a slave to the night. A third degree I have bared for so many years praying, to whomever is supposed to hear, for one evening of peaceful slumber and a still mind.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
My Dear Predator
Alone I am fierce and valiant in my own ways and nothing can move me from where I stand. I am brave and independent. I am stronger than those whom I see.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets

Laticia Vargas-Mendoza

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I'm Okay

Left to Wonder

Waters of the Mind

The Look

My World in You. Top Story - February 2018.

Status Quo

Night Owl Mistress

My Dear Predator

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