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 Nov 2017 Gabriella
Felix Andlar
I love listening to that song,
because it reminds me of you.
I love it when it rains,
because I know you love it, too

I love the stars,
because they remind me of your eyes.
I love the ocean,
because it reminds me of your smile.

You hate that song,
because it reminds you of me.
You hate it when it rains,
because you know I love it, too

You hate the stars
because they remind you of my eyes
You hate the ocean
because it reminds you of my smile
 Nov 2017 Gabriella
Vulpes
Grab a feather
                                            Open your soul.

Grab some paper
                                         Make it your own.

And a small feather
                                             Shall be a brush,

And a small paper
                                        Your poems' canvas.
 Aug 2017 Gabriella
Viany
BROKEN
 Aug 2017 Gabriella
Viany
We're all broken pieces...walking puzzles...
Looking for the right fix
Looking for the right fit
rationing myself out
after giving you my everything
to place yourself in the hands of someone
knowing they can ruin you
is the ultimate gesture of trust
and when neglected and unwanted
the plunge of death
when your heart finally gets handed back to you
broken
beating irregularly
scared to even flutter again

how could you be so sweet
and leave me so bitter
now it makes sense
because salt looks a lot like sugar
 Nov 2016 Gabriella
Fay Slimm
Love me not
for any
grace
of beauty
in my shape
or face.

Love me not
by sight
of eye
love me
yet know not
for why.
today is your fifth birthday -
only nobody in the world knows this but me.

the 20th of November -
the death of all your unlived dreams.

happy birthday my little one,
may you rest in peace.
 Nov 2016 Gabriella
Apollo Hayden
You smell like spring
You look like heaven
You speak like angels sing
You're such a blessing...
 Oct 2016 Gabriella
Leia R
floating
 Oct 2016 Gabriella
Leia R
there's something so metaphysical about the way you look tonight; something so transcendent that to put it into words could never do you justice.

l.r.
 Aug 2016 Gabriella
ZL
umbrealla
 Aug 2016 Gabriella
ZL
I went searching the other day
for the love we lost
The price I paid for pride
wasn't worth the cost
shaking your time, energy, and effort off
dismissing you as an employee as If I were boss
the struggle between man and woman
the fights, fussing and cussing
poured down on our loving
vulnerable hearts, left open, no covering
what went wrong?
is all I'm left wondering.
 Aug 2016 Gabriella
B M
March
 Aug 2016 Gabriella
B M
Not all bruises turn black and blue.
Some are all smiles and laughs
Not all feelings are dark and cool
Most range from yellow to white
Stop generalizing people as if they’re books on a shelf
There are no handbooks on how to deal with sadness,
So please stop looking there
You won’t find the answers in fake words and emotions
Of people who never existed
Pick up your head and ask around
Stop being so afraid to talk
Wait, someone may finally tell.
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