Thank You all! / “Rosita”

September 27th by Patrick Starks

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Hey everyone and happy Wednesday 😊 I’d like to take time to say thank you all for supporting the Pacharcblog, I really appreciate the love shown and the fantastic writers I have met down the road. And as much as I’d love to keep giving you all praise as you all deserve, I must move forward with the other reason for writing this post.

There will no longer be three post a week, as I am putting more focus into the book I have been working on for quite some time now—stay tuned, it is almost finish 😊. On that note, there are a lot of series that I have started on the blog as most of you already know, and feel I owe it to you guys, including myself to finish them. So I decided I would make a calendar of when the continuation of these stories would be released—so that you are aware of what is going on, I don’t want you guys to feel like I’m bailing on you lol.

The first continuation will be to “My Reasons Why,” if you have not read episode 1 yet, go check it out, promise you wont be disappointed, I hope lol—just simply type the title of it into the search engine on the right side of the page and it will bring you to it. The release date episode 2 will be on September 29th, this Saturday @ 2pm.  After that release I will be continuing “Tonka and Barbie,” which will be released October 8th , Sunday @ 7pm. To find out more about the dates and times click on the Upcoming Tab which I have just added to the site.

Here is something short to leave you all with for your time and patience😊

“Rosita”

I can tell by her laugh that she’s the one, but wise man would say that I was too afraid to say anything, worrying that I’d  be no fun. You got no chance, the little boy next to me would say, but he was just a child—what all the girls would call a little bae. But will she understand me, or think I’m too nice—the dagger to a good man’s heart, the cut of a blade, the cut of a knife. But my kindness is my strength, an underrated gift—one today that everyone looks as if a myth. And the way she stares into my eyes is enough to make any man shy away, but I promised even to the heavens, that today would be my day. She walks by and all I can ever notice is her smell, giving reason to why the guy next to me had fell. Sarcastic, but the man was truly unconscious, beauty had struck again, I felt this was my chance—until another would swoop in with a name that rhymed with romance. Lance was a charming one and a cocky on for that, but he’d always strike out, not matter how hard he swung the bat—physically and mentally. And as she talked with me for only a moment, I could tell she felt the same, as love was all that could, and ever remained. But we both still hesitate, no affection to give, waiting any longer and we both have yet to truly live. And as I now look into the future, I can see that there was no worry, Rosita was the one, and so this poem I will burry.

Barista Girl

September 24th, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Double or triple, I’d ponder, maybe even a quad, but I feared that make me a goner. There was at least seven behind me waiting to laugh at my rejection, but I couldn’t wait, I had to espresso my affection. Barista girls cheeks would then turn red as her chocolatey eyes sparkled, I could see my words were smooth enough to leave her somewhat startled. But coffee, my coffee as she stirs you up, can you feel through her delicate hands that I honestly had any luck. The numbers written on your forehead would tell me otherwise, as you now have become my greatest prize. The following day she and I would leave the park with coffee on the ground, love was in the air, for that even our coffee cups had found.

Saving Love

September 1, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Love never knew that she was sick. Every day as I watched her come back from work, I could tell that a piece of her was missing—that the parasite would not only control her mind, but her body. But it wasn’t her fault—why she lost control—the parasite became stronger as the days went on, feeding off whatever negative emotions came from her fears, or others. Continue reading “Saving Love”

My Heart, My Kryptonite

August 16, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Growing up I’ve always wanted to be a hero, or some sort of superhero, but I always lacked the special abilities to do so. Batman was of course the closest I could relate to. I was never wealthy man—not like him, but always felt he was like everyone else—normal. He never had any super powers, but he had heart, that’s what my brother always thought. But as much as I felt I could relate to Batman, my favorite was Superman. Continue reading “My Heart, My Kryptonite”

Osiris and the planet Black Hole

July 30, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The wind was subtle, but aggressive, rainstorms and mudslides were all that was formed within the crests of the planet known as Cachiche. Osiris one of the few men of the planet, didn’t know what to expect on that day, he’d thought his life was in the hands of the gods, but questioned why it had to be so—he was never a believer in religion, but it made since, he was from a planet where the people held the title of god, where the people could be the creators, where people held power. In a world left with so many questions to be answered, he felt there would soon be a time he would no longer feel the touch of his wife or the love of his children.

Continue reading “Osiris and the planet Black Hole”

The Heart of Caroline

July 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Caroline… She was only sixteen when we became official partners in crime. We were just teenagers then—high schoolers, with no clue to what the world had to offer us. Caroline was of course drooled over by all the boys, the jocks, in which I hated the most. They’d always come around us during lunchtime singing that song by Outkast called “Roses”. And it was obvious they only sang it because her name was in it—and man did that song get stuck my head, still annoys me today. I on the other hand, I was just the opposite. I was the loner, the rebel, if you will. No one really cared about me, not any girl, but Caroline did. Continue reading “The Heart of Caroline”