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Nov 2015 · 429
11.18
Gabby O Nov 2015
Create for me a castle
Of cold sunshine
And arid ocean
Create for me an impossibility
So I might live within you
now where did this come from?
Oct 2015 · 297
10.20
Gabby O Oct 2015
Maybe after judgement day
We can be together at last.
Jul 2015 · 324
7.24 (9w)
Gabby O Jul 2015
You are the reason the saddest songs make sense
Jul 2015 · 378
7.21
Gabby O Jul 2015
I saw her once
only once
her vivid cheek
and bright white smile
yet twice I dared
a mistake I made
to stare far longer
to wonder, linger
she looks different now
far older, far sadder
I look away
Jul 2015 · 263
Untitled
Gabby O Jul 2015
when our minds are ocean waves
there is only crashing
and fading
and recovery
Apr 2015 · 961
Reuse
Gabby O Apr 2015
I know how to read
thinking, interpreting,
it's all fresh in my head,
yet writing is different.
I have a penchant for using used words.
The phased out phrases,
the reworked rhymes ,
the secondhand sentences that fly over pages upon pages of my poetry,
that's the writer I am.
Someone made of words written so many times before,
captivating carelessly.
Literature made from the same recipe yet turning out different each time,
new art made from recycled paint.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery,
yet I wonder if i'm simply the lowest form of fraudery
as an imperfect wordsmith writing over printed pads
and old book pages.
Touching on topics tactlessly,
Living through artists vicariously,
weaving with words i could never properly pronounce.
But in thought
looking back
I can only write what I know,
and if I know not the world beyond novels,
beyond poets and artists,
at least I know how to read.
Dec 2014 · 5.3k
We Are Made Of Star Stuff
Gabby O Dec 2014
S is for the stars
shining so bright
in the darkness
of the night
but something we
will never know
is how star bright
you used to glow
the poem form of a doodle
Aug 2014 · 503
I've Chosen
Gabby O Aug 2014
I've chosen to be happy
amidst the burning living
amidst the piling dying

I've chosen to be grateful
amidst the fruitless toiling
amidst the unending paths

I've chosen to be pretty
amidst the narrowing crowds
amidst the constant shaming

I've chosen to be blinded
in favor of the brightness
in favor of easy lives

I've chosen to be heartless
in favor of my success
in favor of acceptance

I choose to be ignorant
I choose to be happier
I choose the conventional

I choose the society
that has raised me, and made me
I choose the society
that hates me and always will
I choose the society
that tells me it's my own choice
I choose the society
that holds me, imprisons me
I choose the society
that has killed and buried me

and told me that all is well
Apr 2014 · 624
Snowflakes
Gabby O Apr 2014
You took me and changed me
gave me life and love
kissed my every vein
until they formed crystals
I was beautiful

You then let me go
and I was flying without wings
and I realized
I wasn't the first you touched
as beauty tumbled around me

I hit the ground
like a speck of dust
and I melted, and I died
without truly leaving
or truly living

And after all that
what I'm trying to say
is that I didn't matter
in the best possible way.
Mar 2014 · 704
"What About Me?"
Gabby O Mar 2014
I am young
a liability
Ever since I first began resisting

I am young
a privilege to be
or so you keep insisting

I am young
my woes are play things
or nonexistent as you would say

I am young
no one can hear me
until I shout the wrong way

I am young
yes I agree
that does not mean
I am free.
Mar 2014 · 793
To Awaken a Beast
Gabby O Mar 2014
A simple spoken spell
to unlock a sort of hell
Of blood
of bone
of water
and stone

of malice
disgust
of mischief
distrust

Bid away the sins of soil
And cast your doubts down a well
Your deepest wish shall never foil
Only truth be spoke for my spell

Wish be not that your scar cuts deep
Into the skin nor sun
Hope be that you're silent in sleep
for this spell's course be run

Be then still godless fiend
and let soldiers be awoke with sin
Live life filled with quiet sleep
as your soul be taken from within

Chant with a withered voice
and let your blood be tainted
send me arrogance and ungodly noise
let no inch of skin be sainted

Rouse the demons of blithe and pride
and send them swords of steel
From this moment 'til you have died
force their scars to heal

and a final ingredient to this cauldron curse
for your army of a hundred lies
take your heart in a hearse
and let it be not wise
I wish I could act. This would make saying this a lot of fun.
Feb 2014 · 326
Another Poem about Poetry
Gabby O Feb 2014
I could never write proper poetry
my words flow from my fingers
in calculated movement
stiff and jointed
like a rusted wheel
trying to turn smoothly
and I tell myself that I'll get there soon
that my words will fit together
less than forcibly

I don't speak in metaphors
or in paradoxes
I find Irony to be less of poetry
and more of tragedy
and people see this romantically
but i see it passively
because these stories do not open
they are stuck in a moment
preserving a feeling already passed
that is poetry
it's complete and utter crap

what use are words if not in prose
if it doesn't let a story be told
a moment cannot speak a lifetime
yet we use up a thousand words
to convey a single emotion lasting less than a second

I hate poetry
for the tears i have shed in useless agony
for the time i have spent deciphering the codes
that lead to humanity
however locked they may be
deep in the heart of some philosophers poetry

dumb
useless
poetry
Feb 2014 · 330
Pick Me
Gabby O Feb 2014
How do you get chosen
is it a process of faith
or elimination

how fast can I rip off my labels?
They feel like my scarlet letter
warding off what I want
because they think I'm not what I am.

because it's not easy
it's not easy to be told "not today"
it's not easy to be denied
it's not easy to turn away

and I've told myself that I am the lucky one
I'll be accepted one day
and someday
but days are numbered for a reason
and sometimes a name
is branded too deep
into the flesh
that no amount of friction can ever rub it off
and I
will never be accepted
and I
will be waiting in line
to be told
"not today"
Jan 2014 · 613
Met in the Road
Gabby O Jan 2014
Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue
a mistaken word, a misplaced pun
but the syllables were defined
pronounced so clearly
that I almost didn't hear it over the sound
of two hearts beating
yours and mine
in tune with each silent breath you took
as the air between us softened
at the touch of your words
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Shallow
Gabby O Jan 2014
One
Have you taken your meds today?
You're drinking your anxiety like an alcoholic swallows gin
And I can see the panic in your shaking hands
but the only healing is filled with anti-depressants and sleeping pills
and numbness makes you feel like a corpse

Two
You've gotten a new scar
you show me with wet eyes
And I pretend I don't notice
Because I might just end up shouting
Because I hate that you can't stop
Because I hate that I can't understand
And you think that I didn't care

Three
You look so alone
and I try to come closer
but you've torn a gap so wide between us
that my screams sound like echoes of yours
and I couldn't find a way to reach you
so I stopped trying

Four
You called me heartless
not with your voice but you screamed it in your movement
I felt it in every corner of my mind when I stopped spinning
and all I could think about was you
and I couldn't hate you for your cruelty
because you don't understand what you've done to me

Five
I felt you crashing
not right beside me but a million miles away
and you fought so hard
but couldn't keep up
you said you'd handle it
I should've known you were lying
and now I can't hug you like I used to
and you no longer show me your scars
Not quite towards any one person, nor about any one thing.
Dec 2013 · 978
Valuable
Gabby O Dec 2013
What of the broken
the dull
the old

What of the useless
the few
the dim

Do we call them gems?
For their vintage is value
or are they garbage
their rust is their death

but it's only ever
one or the other
and I wonder if we
are the same as the broken
the same as the dull
the same as the old

Perhaps we grow useless
and few
and dim

and we someday become
one or the other
Dec 2013 · 687
Metal Man
Gabby O Dec 2013
My darling
how I wish you loved me
how I wish you felt for me
how I wish you knew me
and although I hear your words
echo in me
and oh how sweet they sound
how I wish I believed you
how I wish those were your words
how I wish those words were meant for me

But the sky grows dim my darling
and your eyes
shining mirrors
seeing without showing
a mere reflection of nothing
and mine
slowly fading
as I can simply die
and you can simply forget
but your honesty saves you

But you will try
by god, you will try
my Pinocchio, you will try
and I cannot say
that I was not warned
yet I still fell
and you still caught me
and the fault for this dance
one I know I won't finish
is mine alone
and your beauty saves you

But my darling
my love
you tell me to leave
because you know you cannot love me
because you know you want to love me
but you let me hurt
and I hate you
and I hate you
but your innocence saves you

And when I look at you
I wish I could save you.
To the man that has no feelings, yet has so much heart.
Not about Pinocchio.
I'm so sorry.
Dec 2013 · 515
Whispers from the Forest
Gabby O Dec 2013
Come closer, I won't bite
the fearless hero
afraid of the dark?

You don't fear the wolves
because you know how they bleed
but darkness has no heart
No artery to cut through
and fear is the knife at your back
what will your sword pierce?
what will your blade ****
when the enemy stares at you
from nowhere

what must die
when the enemy is yourself?
some weird mojo going on here
Dec 2013 · 2.5k
Arrogance
Gabby O Dec 2013
Call me arrogant
and before you pull out
the bible verse on humility
let me save you the trouble
I've read it

so call me a Pharisee
but I've paid my dues
and the damage is done
but arrogance
I'd love to call it my friend
but it's a lie if it's anything
other than my mistress

There's no name for the trials
the errors and successes
no name for how I feel
when they surround me
consume me
and my whole life
becomes the comparing
and contrasting
of two human hues
of win and lose
because when I win
I see it in bold colors
shining brighter than the losses
if only to dim their light
if only to wipe the record
because arrogance only works
if there's no one to notice the flaws
I thought of this in a car while I was both sad and filled with caffein so. Have my brain ****.

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