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Gabriel burnS Nov 2018
… A moth whispering confessions high towards the ceiling… worshiping a false god and its dooming light… as the moth wings are burning with unrequited love… flapping self-fulfilling prophecies...
My wings are growing and I wonder… are you to be my lightbulb...
  Nov 2018 Gabriel burnS
Star BG
Where breath meets unlimited possibilities
in thoughts
is where my day begins.

Prayer of gratitude anchors.
Grounding brings peacefulness.
Awakening to rock ego chatter to sleep I do.

Clouds pass making way for rainbows
as birds fly graceful.
Sun’s rays beat down generating a smile
as wisdom flows in breeze.

Where breath meets light in moment
is where I wander, connected to spiritual journey,
Romping in my manifested dreams.
New Day New Poem New opportunity to share
Gabriel burnS Nov 2018
Je te veux

Comme le nageur a soif d’air

Je te rêve  

Comme la flamme rêve le ciel

Je t’adore
Ma folie,

La coleur vraie de mon coeur
  Nov 2018 Gabriel burnS
Donall Dempsey
FOR THERE YOU WERE

The room was
restless.

The room waited and
(held its breath )and

...waited.

The room didn't know
what to do.

"Where....were. . .you?"

I looked in all the places
that you weren't.

Hoping I
could wish you into being.

The room was getting annoyed
at my going out and...

....going in again again.

Even the sea and the sky
were getting agitated.

Somewhere between a
tick and a

tock I
fell asleep.

Woke to find the room
flooded with sunlight

looking pleased with itself
as if it had created you.

For there
...you were.
  Nov 2018 Gabriel burnS
Gray
you get a call
it’s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
it’s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you don’t know how to feel
he says he’s done the bottle
(you don’t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you don’t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon
based off the time when my friend called me during a suicide attempt
  Nov 2018 Gabriel burnS
Anna Bell
a blanket that covers earth’s imperfections
fills the winter daze with blissful silence
my thoughts begin to scream
finally hearing them in the still quietness
becoming numb to the surrounding world
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