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Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
Ive always felt weird,
that I so easily detach myself
from the the company of others.
But now I know
I have been loved,
then forgotten and hurt,
to many times
for me to care about you
after you leave now.
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
Remember,
that there are few things more beautiful
than a sea of white powder on a mountain,
or purple lightning,
that lights up the clouds above
in the middle of the night.
Remember,
the never ending rippling waves
that will forever disrupt the ocean mirror.
Remember these things,
and take them as you will
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
You know when you put on glasses
and realize that you've been looking at the world
with slightly blurred edges?
Thats how I feel when I look at the stars,
like the world around me is blurred,
But the stars, oh the stars
are clear, and vast, and beautiful.
They make me realize
how dull my world is,
and how awfully boring
I must be to the rest of the universe.
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
There are few useful things high school taught me,
Pick and choose your fights carefully,
Know when you can be late and when you can't.
It taught me that people have literally no idea
What communism is, or how to use the word.
I learned that people are scared of the world,
and for good reason.
But most importantly,
I learned that you will always be alone
even when your not you are.
People will abandon you, and leave you in the dust.
They only pretend to care
and when things get hard they leave,
and never look back.
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
People always ask why I write in cursive
They always expect answers like,
its faster,
or I do it out of habit.
That is what breaks my heart the most.
People assume you can only do beautiful things
if they serve a function.
That beautiful things only matter
if they serve a purpose.
But cursive writing is beautiful and elegant,
it is a portal to a world long gone,
a lost art form
and it deserves to be appreciated

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