Gabriel Dorian

Gabriel Dorian Oct 2014

Carpe Diem it means seize the day. Today, I'm asking her on a date. This may sound odd, who knows if I will still live tomorrow so I'm doing it today. If I won't find my own voice, no else will do it for me.

#carpediem #carpe #diem #seizetheday

Gabriel Dorian Oct 2014

Constellation

All my life I was looking for a constellation,a group of stars. Then I realized that I had been so wrong all my life. All I needed was as single star. All I needed was you

#love #you

Gabriel Dorian Sep 2014

Cry

I cry relentlessly,
I cry for her,
I always do.

I cry relentlessly,
I cry for her,
But she doesn't care.

Gabriel Dorian Sep 2014

Yet In The Stars

In my highs and hues,
In my search of who’s and whose,
As I felt the grasp of an end
By the pens which tend
To pour all inspiration
Into a composition

As I linger and watch
The bright summer’s hatch
It so happened, I came across a person
It just so happened, that I felt so strange
As if I have never lived,
‘Til that very day

As she walked with grace,
She turned this soulless place
Into a dream
With such a scheme
As she waved her hands of glory,
She made a fantasy,
As if it was not real
As if I were to enter a deal

I suddenly pondered how one single meeting,
Can change my life’s setting
She caught my attention
She astounded my vision
I felt like I knew her
In another time —time before us
Could she be my soul mate?
Well, I just couldn't ask her on a date
I didn't personally know her
I just know that we are to meet once more

Then I knew, I have to know
The girl who always said “No.”
But then I knew that girl,
Way like the back of my hand
I wished to have a little infinity
With her
For we brought by serendipity

Yet in the deepest wretch,
We lurked
Yet the deepest emotion,
We felt

Yet it was in the stars,
Which took fault
Yet in the stars,
We blamed,
But perhaps Shakespeare was
Undeniably right
That the fault in our stars was not of might
For it was our fault
By which we blame the stars
Yet in the stars,
We chose to adhere
And revere
Yet in the stars,
We felt pain
Which insisted to be felt
But in the stars,
We had a little infinity,
We were star crossed lovers
Yet in the veil stars,
We fathomed
Something we thought we never would
Yet in the stars,
We kindled our love, hope, aspirations and desires
Yet it was the stars
Which witnessed
Yet beneath the stars
We fell in love
Yet in the stars,
Oblivion didn't matter
Yet in the stars,
Daunt didn't enclose our hearts
Yet in the stars,
We felt —grand.

This poem was inspired by Ms. Angeline Patricio, who once held a very special part of my heart and the whole of my hypothalamus and John Green's "The Fault In Our Stars.", this I dedicate to her.

#hope #thoughts #tfiosinspired

Aug 2014

J.R.R. Tolkien

Gil Galad

Gil-galad was an Elven-king,

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,

His shining helm afar was seen;

The countless stars of heaven's field

Were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.

Aug 2014

J.R.R. Tolkien

Durin

The world was young, the mountains green,

No stain yet on the Moon was seen,

No words were laid on stream or stone

When Durin woke and walked alone.

He named the nameless hills and dells;

He drank from yet untasted wells;

He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,

And saw a crown of stars appear,

As gems upon a silver thread,

Above the shadow of his head

The world was fair, the mountains tall,

In Elder Days before the fall.

Of mighty kings of Nargothrond

And Gondolin, who now beyond

The Western Seas have passed away;

The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne

In many-pillared halls of stone

With golden roof and silver floor,

And runes of power upon the door.

The light of sun and star and moon

In shining lamps of crystal hewn

Undimmed by cloud or shade of night

There shone for ever fair and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,

There chisel clove, and graver wrote,

There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;

The delver mined, the mason built,

There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,

And metal wrought like fishes' mail,

Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,

And shining spears were laid in hoard.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk;

Beneath the mountains music woke:

The harpers harped, the minstrels sang

And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,

The forge's fire is ashen cold;

No harp is wrung, no hammer falls,

The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;

The shadow lies upon his tomb

In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.

But still the sunken stars appear

In dark and windless Mirrormere;

There lies his crown in water deep,

Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

Aug 2014

J.R.R. Tolkien

The Road Goes Ever On

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say.