Peter Alexander Gable: Favorites

Sep 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Kyle madill Baker

I would love to lay you down on a bed
caress your curves with the back of my hand,
spin dreams from my voice
making you hot all over
and kissing you to cool you down,
I will whisper into your ear
have me, take me, here I am,
make it freaky, make it raunchy, talk *****,
it's okay with me
We will be intertwined in a mess of heat,
our breathing in syncopation
blood coursing through us
expanding our minds and body,
Let me hold you
every part of you
from head to toe
from heart to woe
Come to bed with me

I miss sleep

#love #peace #new #read #2014 #iamtalkingaboutsexhere #kylebaker #iwillalwayslaughathashtagsbecausetheyarest #comeonreadit

Aug 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Nothing Wrong

Aug 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Craig Harrison

Nothing Wrong

From a distance they looked like shooting stars
but to us we knew what they really were
some enemy decided to attack
launching bombs from their fortresses while we are left to burn
all around us explosions
destroying schools, hospitals and homes
we've never done anything to this enemy
yet they try to end our lives.

Morning had come with a horrible smell
burning buildings for miles
thousands had died last night
more will die tonight
we're pleading for help
but no one is listening
we did nothing wrong to this enemy
why are we the ones left to die

Written from the point of view of a person that is in a war torn country

Aug 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

| Numb |

Aug 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

B

| Numb |

Knees to chest, sitting on the floor
Slowly rocking forward to back
Breathing slowing and fading
I can not feel

The devil on the left says
"Do it. You'll feel again."
The devil on the right says
"End your pain. Take the jump."

Where is the angel
The angel who is suppose to save
The angel that will make me feel
Like I am of worth and I am okay

Either way
I am doomed to destruction
My sight changes to the devil
I look to the left

The lighter burns in my hand
Everything is slow motion
Slowly touching the flame
To my pale skin

A rush of relief
Runs through my bones
My heart pounding fast
My body becoming weak

The devil on the left says
"Don't you feel better?"
But I don't.
So I lay in bed

With a new battle wound
From a war I lost against myself
As I lay to sleep
I go back to where I once was

Lost
Alone
Afraid
Numb.

B.G.K

#poem

Aug 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

The Vase

Aug 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Amitav Radiance

The Vase

Shards of broken glasses
Strewn all over the floor
Shattered dreams all over
Jagged edges of regret
Once held with affection
Held the fragrant flowers
Special Cymbidium Orchids
It’s pristine presence felt
Adorned the corsage
Now, lay shattered
No place for the Orchids
Wailing of broken dreams
Now, memories linger

#flowers #shattered #orchids #vase #brokenpieces

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

My Violet

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

scott cook

My Violet

Once upon a time there was a girl and a guy.
Let's just call them Bonnie and Clyde.
As soon as they met eyes, they knew it was on for life.
no matter the weather side by side they're going to fight together.
Like a bird to a feather
A bike to a pedal
Pinocchio and jepedo
I guess they got fed up,
With family saying they got to do better.
So they agreed ta "**** it" wateva
Our loving bond is a treasure
So Nothing else matters
*******.. go to hell and stay foreva.
She was his reason for life
and he was her reason to fight
And nothing could come between them..
Not even a shed of light..
So there young gunz on the run
Cold as ice.
Down for each other.
like a sister and brother
And love one another
As a husband and wife....

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

What the Flower feels.

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Avantika Singhal

What the Flower feels.

I dance with the wind,
I bathe in the sun,
I lol in the soil.
My life is fun.

Humans passing by,
Praise me and touch me.
Run their fingers along my petals,
Happy and satisfied I can be.

Some humans are cruel.
They use a tiny amount of force.
And I am brutally plucked.
From the stem I called my Home.

It Hurts. When my life ends,
In the flick of an eye.
I only matter to them for only a matter of time,
And then a painful good bye.

Please comment and tell me how it was.:)

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Misplaced.

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Andrew Durst

Misplaced.

If home is
where the
heart is,
then why
do I feel
so misplaced
when I walk
through the
front door?

Sick of this feeling

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Haiku

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Timmy Shanti

Haiku

The heart of haiku -
Difficult to grasp. It is!
Splendid to behold.

#poetry #truth #words #haiku #language #wisdom #zen

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

A fine, fine, line.

May 2014 Peter Alexander Gable

Satsuki

A fine, fine, line.

There's a fine, fine, line between love and a waste of time,* That lyric never had meaning to me until I was drowning in a sea of hopeless, unrequited, I love you's. I always thought it was a silly lyric until it proved to be so true. I wish I was still blissfully unaware of how dreadfully fine a line it seems to be. And how much wasted time I spent listening to you say that you loved me.

#love #heartbreak #lies #sad