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 Jan 2018 Gabriela
Kayla Flanders
she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.
part 2
 Jan 2018 Gabriela
S P Lowe
ADHD
 Jan 2018 Gabriela
S P Lowe
sometimes
                                                       ­                         my
                                     ­ brain
                       doesn’t
                                                       ­     work

right
                                                ­                               and

                             my

                                              thoughts

     ­                                         scatter

               ­                                                    like
                               beads

                                     spilled
                               on
                                                              ­                 tile

floor
 Jan 2018 Gabriela
Jamie Walker
I want to reach out, but I live in an age
Were computers have surpassed our pathetic brains
I need someone to talk to, I’m alone and I’m angry
But technology replaced face-to-face conversation,
and I speak a dead language.

I want to see old friends, it sure has been a while!
When friendships were more than just numbers on a profile
I need familiar faces that smile full of warmth
But no one here knows me anymore
And everyone I knew has gone.

I want to tell a secret, but on second thought I better not
Because my fear of death is second only to being screenshot
I’m afraid to say out loud that I live in an age
Were pain and depression is caused by cowardice
And following the crowd is brave.
 Jan 2018 Gabriela
Urmila
Within my soul I’ve found yours
Are they different?
They are one, they are one with the cosmos,
But our sub souls have a strong gravity acting on them,
A gravity unexplained by science,
A gravity we’ve chosen to name love,
Scientifically oxytocin creates this feeling, but oxytocin is a by product of this very gravity,
What we choose to believe is up to us
The sky is blue
Love is the fifth dimension
A day will come, far far away,
A collective surge of this gravity,
Will pull all creatures together,
There will be no anti love - no hunger no wars,
This dimension we only experienced in parts,
Will save us from our own destruction

— The End —