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1.4k · Nov 2015
uprising
gabriela Nov 2015
o walking fire, o deathly flame
a curved bow and arrow, born to aim
let soaring arrows kiss warm skin; let them pierce cold hearts
let crimson red blood splatter all over the canvas; o my perfect art
1.3k · Oct 2016
andromeda
gabriela Oct 2016
galaxies for your eyes, stars for your lips;
o starship, I'll blast off to the galaxies, and let gravity sweep me off my feet
o starship, I'll brush lightly by the radiance of the stars, and I'll find the crescent of the moon
948 · Jan 2016
wilde
gabriela Jan 2016
the glowing in your eyes rewrites history
942 · Mar 2016
coexist
gabriela Mar 2016
the sea shines through the waves that overlap the adoration for the moon
868 · Mar 2016
cosmo
gabriela Mar 2016
no celestial body
nor the silver lining of a solar eclipse
will ever compare
to the beauty of the curve of your lips
today has been really weird
772 · Jan 2016
the philharmonic orchestra
gabriela Jan 2016
in a room of silence
their heartbeats softly resonate
a timbre of gold
516 · Mar 2016
shooting star
gabriela Mar 2016
the stars show their admiration for the earth by falling (in love)
504 · Jan 2016
monster
gabriela Jan 2016
my heart is already beating for you, you don't have to beat it to death for me
heartache or some thing like that
458 · Feb 2016
youth
gabriela Feb 2016
and we will kiss the moonlight
and we will rattle the stars
the beauty we have long craved will forever be ours
we will ignite our bones
we will let our blood flow race
to distract our hearts from love's lost embrace
341 · Sep 2017
flower boy
gabriela Sep 2017
lilac child, you seed of gold
rays of sun will kiss your body til old
admire your lover whole as streams roll down your face
of a beauty brighter than the sun
a field of freckles blossom with grace
inspired by a drawing I came across in a magazine.
335 · May 2017
christopher
gabriela May 2017
there was a delicate way his tongue touched the roof of his mouth when he spoke
and there was a deep earthy shade of brown in his eyes
and there was serenity in the way his fingers loved the piano

but he spit venom as he spoke of lies and pity
and the earth shook with rage and bitterness  
and his fingers clawed right across my back
that I will now bleed the brightest of reds and heal with ease
320 · Sep 2017
haiku
gabriela Sep 2017
the fire-kissed leaves drift
onto the cheek of the earth
like embers of life
254 · Jun 2018
pyromaniac
gabriela Jun 2018
as our lips met, I felt a singe;
a singe I wished to feel time after time again.
I craved his presence,
I lusted for him warmth,
and dreamt of embers being spewed into the air,
longing for the day that we will kiss again and create a wildfire.

— The End —