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 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Ben
I...
     think...
                 I...
                      like...
                              
crazily chasing concocted crushes
however hasty high hopes
earnestly entangled erstwhile enthusiasm
left languishing limp lethargic
suddenly soundless stupidly selfish
every emotion enviously expectant
an abject apology absent

purposeful pleasure purportedly posed
unearthed unhealthy ungainly uncertainties
devouring devotion disgracing dogma
an accident awaiting arrival
Anxiety is not
Only sweaty palms and racing thoughts

It's thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and oh my god I need to stop but I can't because if I do what if my world stops too?

Anxiety is not
Finishing things
Because there are things and things and things and things and
That need to be done and you can't just stop at one.

Anxiety is depression's friend
The friend that springs you out of bed fifteen minutes before your alarm, wrenching you from depression's arms and shattering your sadness.
But upon impact with the floor,
Your feet are cemented down and your goals are just out of reach because god you have the will power and you swear you're trying but why can't you be perfect and perfect and perfect and perfect.

Anxiety is the feeling
That pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes
Until it pushes you over the cliff
And you land amongst the lives anxiety has claimed that litter the bottom of the canyon that surrounds you and stops you from achieving what you wanted because god forbid you're actually trying.
Published in ASGARD Literary Magazine, 2014.  Received a scholastic Silver Key in Poetry, 2014.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Sari Sups
Morals
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Sari Sups
I look into the mirror to find
emptiness.
I should be seeing my pale skin
and brown eyes,
but I find betrayal,
dishonesty,
evil,
immodesty.

I see sin.
I see sin.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Sari Sups
One spoon of cough syrup*

              Pour
   Lines pulled against
         the currents,
like the strings of my day
      and you have set
       underneath my
            horizon;
    flares of your colors
         settling into
           my earth.
                                                     Taste
                                          Read my eyes and
                                             longing looks.
                                      Find the nerve behind
                                           the trail of scarlet
                                          and embrace your
                                           lingering shadow
                                         the one I've learned
                                                  to love.                                            

          Swallow                                          ­                                                  
   Cling to my desire                                                           ­                              
 and entangle yourself
         once more
don't struggle instead
     press your bones
        into my grave
   and bury me in your
         flesh of broken
                dreams.
                                  ­                                                                 ­                                                             Repeat
                                         ­       Defrost your denied
                                                         approval in
                                                         my warmth
                                                     and wrap me in
                                                           attention.
                                                      ­ Turn me into
                                                  your poison apple
                                                and sink your heart
                                                  deep into my core.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Guss
The Nature
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Guss
Crashing atoms of astonishing substance.
That is the nature of our existence,
bouncing about the constancy of physics.
Tied to each other by means
of unexplainable phenomena.
The drama unfolding stubbornly
into a war of races.
One with no one racing.
But when the folks of the future look back on me
they wouldn’t have a foreboding demeanor.

It is so easy to be so arrogant.
My progenies will learn what ?
I bet that when I die,
I’ll be reborn into an alien form.
At least for now,
that’s my objective.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Dr O
In the light of the new morning,
He opens his eyes,
The Devil gets his warning,
And the heavens start to cry.
She utters a quick prayer                
To always keep him safe
The Devil weeps in despair,
And a smile warps his face.

He was always quiet,
He was always kind,
At a young age the Devil tried to find,
But his mother’s prayer always declined.
One day she began to cough red,
The same day she breathed,
And the same breath she bled.
He clenched her on the bed,
She said her finals words and fled
The heavens began to dread,
The day the Devil would enter his head.

She looks beautiful walking down the aisle,
He greets her on the stand with a smile,
The priest begins the trial,
On Sunday the heavens sleep a while,
The Devil creeps out of denial.
She watches her son from above,
A tear rolls down her cheek,
She hears the Devil speak,
She tries to warn him,
But the heavens silence her screech.

The clock ticks,
He looks into its eyes,
His heart stops,
And the heavens start to cry.
He kisses her on the lips,        
He cries his tears of wine,  
The Devil feels fine,
Such an act must be sign.

He runs his fingers across the blade,
He looks into its eyes
He remembers his mother’s prayer
And his conscience begins to cry,
The tears of heaven begin to dry,
Like cancer it spreads across his mind,
While he begs the Devil to make him blind.


He looks all around,
His mind is deranged,
The Devil knew this was bound,
The heavens start to change.
He looks down at what could have been
He looks down at his biggest sin
The Devil only laughs,
While his world no longer spins

She comes home and it feels colder inside,
The man she loved has died,
And the Devil has taken his side.
She sees herself in the pool of red,
She sees it motionless on the bed,
She screams her scream of silent pain,
As the Devil slowly opens her vein

The wind is swooshing outside,  
His heart is the Devil and his conscience is the Eye,
He gets up, weak with age,
The Devil cries his tears of sage.
His life is slipping away,
He goes and lies down in his grave,
He covers himself in his own pain,
The heavens begin to obey,
All in all, in the Devil’s cave.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Rosha
A childhood game
A dark story
3 items

Ever wondered why
Paper beats rock?
They were both best of friends
Paper loves to hug rock
Rock gets annoyed

Paper and scissors
You know what will happen
Scissors **** paper
No ink shed
Only pieces of paper

Rock beats scissor
To get it's revenge
It jumps on scissors
With one big smash
Revenge has been executed

A childhood game
A story about
*Friendship, ****** & revenge
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
Sari Sups
They fear what fear is said to be,
the odds becoming numbers,
an expanse of do's below dont's.

You fear what they have told us to fear,
for the odds have become our evens,
and every wish had become our day,
and our day had become a step closer
to the rebellion of the society.

Our bodies fear what we do not,
and they begin to betray us.
The splitting and crossing had not been followed
and we are ****** along the narrow fear
of death.

But we hold on to the little spindle fibers
and the tiny hands that begin to form.
We have beaten fear
and now they fear us.

The white in your eyes,
are the ages that we still have yet to live,
our youth in a matter of minutes,
gone in their fear of us.

You say we can run away,
but even if we find that place
will we really have escaped?
or are we entering the fear again,
like the slaughter of the barn.
The world with their pitchforks and knives
and us awaiting the day when the walls
are burned.

For if they are frightened by our courage
yet we run in fear,
had fear really gone away?
Had we really beaten it?
or have we only scraped through
the first layer,
of Pandoras ungodly box,
only to jump in the dark with your
hand in mine,
to find happiness
when we land.
Guess who I have this major crush on. He's a character and this poem is dedicated to him. The title says it all.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
brooke
December.
 Dec 2013 Gabby O
brooke
whatever is
planned, let
it happen
gracefully.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
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