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Gabriel Nov 2021
Is this it?
   The fate that has been sealed for me?
Beer bottles, empty packs
and a twisted mind
only to write poetry
for the ones
   who share the same demons
that fills their cup.

What's good for the mind
is clearly bad for the soul
you empty your pockets
    so the whiskey fills the void
while waking up only to find pennies
  to take a cab
that leads you to a place
where only your hang over self
can find rest

and that is
home
Anybody can be your home
you just need to find the right keys
to open it
Gabriel Nov 2021
How is good is it
if the mind is your enemy
and the whispers started to fade,
  you'll hear a voice
      that echoes through your mind
reaches the fondest of memories
  only to be reminded that you
               are
                   loved.
Gabriel Nov 2021
Mother always told me
"Run like a horse as you head over to your goals"

but the horse inside me resembles that of Bojack the Horseman
and running away has been a forte

Constantly struggling
thinking what will life be
if only I chose the right decisions

that make my world
a little more worth staying
Gabriel Nov 2021
For am I a piece of pencil
destined to be attached to an eraser
as I scribble promises
through the thin paper heart of yours.

Constant erasure leads to tearing
now I know how painful it is
to be a canvas to every sin
a shed of paper from a notebook
  since the promises I made came back
and the eraser has willingly given up

I write our stories like it's the last
carry every metaphor to permanent
for you stay in this ******* moment
Gabriel Sep 2021
Like the water from the clouds
I've been watching over you
from above,
   I got attached to your smile
as you look up from the sky
   and now the wait is over,
I prayed
that if I fall
     I'd drop directly
to the palm of your hands
as you check for rain
Gabriel Aug 2021
Happy is my hands
    that roams around your skin
adoring each portion
   as if God made a temple
for me to worship.

Happy is my mind
   that loves the thought of you
in every dream that you're around
makes me feel
you're just a heartbeat away from me

Happy is my heart
    that shares the same beat as yours
and it pumps faster
  everytime I heard your name

Happy is a man like me
   who tackles destiny
like a football player
    just to make this love
remain happy
Gabriel Aug 2021
She saw love behind the metaphors,
  my intentions was leaking
through the sentences that I wrote
  and
as she travelled through my poems
she found pieces of herself
in every writing.

If I would make a love poem for you
then I have to spend
twenty four hours a day,
seven days a week
and
twelve months a year
cause true love is endless
the ink may run dry
or the paper may run out of stock
but here in my heart
and in my mind
I can create hundreds of poems
that tell
how I love you
I love you my adi
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