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Gabriella Jun 2018
I'm always excited to see a cake
When I walk into a room.
But the thing about this pastry
Is that I don't think it's very good.
I grab the plate with this sugary delight
And begin to dig in until
I realize
Once again
That cake is almost always not what I wanted;
There's too much frosting,
The flavor is nonexistent,
Too crumbly and dry.
I've began to realize that
It's not the cake I'm excited for,
It's whatever is going on that I am happy about.
If there is cake, then that means there's an event.
And I'm happy about the event.
The cake is a mere distraction.
Gabriella May 2018
I don't think I'll ever understand death.
I've known many that have died that I was
Not close to. Memories of them are dead.
They're lives and death had not resonated
With me. And since my reactions have not
Changed since my first experience with it,
I do not expect it to change when death
reaches out to take someone I love or
someone close I've known for a long while

My reaction will always be the same.
I won't hear of the death till a day passed
and when I hear it, I won't be surprised
Of course they died now, they were old, lonely
had cancer, were not themselves anymore.
And everyone will agree with me too.
But their feelings will be more intense and
more heartfelt than mine could possibly be
And I will act as if it hit me hard.
Gabriella Apr 2018
Some days I barely recognize you are not near
Other days your absence is every fear

This permanent distance between us
Is not felt.
Only on nights where I am about to welt
Do I ever think of you
And me, lying near each other as eternal beings.

This permanent distance spans further as time goes on
It is not bad to be far
It can make the heart grow fonder.
Gabriella Feb 2018
when it is snowing
everything in the world
seems muffled
it's almost as if
the whole world stopped
talking to hear what
the sky has to say.
and what it says
is so beautiful
it's left the world
breathless
Gabriella Jan 2018
You are so lovely
Who else would bring me this joy?
You are my only

I love you of course.
But thoughts of him whirl around
And what could've been.

I wish for options
To look from another place
But I cannot look
Gabriella Jan 2018
I saw everything unfold through someone else's eyes.
The complete and utter fear when someone dies,
passes through so quickly that they don't have time to realize
What happened.

I saw their life run past in a fleeting moment
Everything they ever knew twisted and bent.
All their laughter, kisses, lovers and money spent
Was gone.

They lay motionless unable to speak,
No one was there when their body went weak.
Or when they dissolved and began to reek
Away, away.
Gabriella Jan 2018
I can make my instrument sing,
But not as well as others can bring.
I feel as if I'm soaring above a crowd
Above the entire orchestra,
I can hear myself floating above everyone else.
But yet, there is one who soars higher than me.
I move with the sounds
But they move better
More naturally.
My pitches are in tune,
I can hear them over everything
Until theirs is overpowering mine
Lifting me from my seat
Into a place that is unknown.
My tones struggle to sound
But they falter away.
Like the ending of
Movements in a symphony.
Comparison will ruin you.
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