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Mar 2021 · 274
neon
gabby Mar 2021
we are neon.
we wear it on our hair,
on our eyelids
and on our clothes.

at night,
we are nobody's sons
and nobody's daughters.
we lure in
moths
that see us like specks of light
in their own subconscious darkness.

we are alive,
but the sun still rises up
if we die.

we are neon.
beautiful and wanted,
young and noble,
our bodies shine in
yellow, green and blue,
but our wounds are red.
about what has been going on lately. lately and forever.
Mar 2021 · 208
r.c.
gabby Mar 2021
the boy with black hair
talks like a renaissance person
and shines like Venus.

he is ******* up and brilliant,
he is cold and full of venom,
but he cannot love
and he cannot die.

my mind has been far,
wandering through his universe.
it stops and listens to his heartbeat.
silence.

the world is his,
but he does not belong here.
the boy is a sphere
of incomprehensible truths
and we are just a circle.

r.c.
r.c.
you are my only ticket to eternity.
R.C
Feb 2021 · 233
mermaid
gabby Feb 2021
she walked on the pier
to be closer to the heart of the sea.

as the girl was waiting for
the waves,
the shells
and the moonlight
to empower her once again,
some tears fell on her cheek;
they were cold and salty.

the wind was calling her
by the name
given at the birth of the universe.
the marine creatures
were humming and scampering.

she couldn't be helped that night
but the sea was still her salvation.

it was high time
she had become a mermaid.

her feet never touched the land again;
she went further the end of the pier.
she is now the sea. wanted this to be a little bit more dark, but not everything is about death after all.
Feb 2021 · 235
cosmic perspective
gabby Feb 2021
if you end up hurting me
i will look up to the universe,
grow roots in the ground
and shed tears while smiling.

does not every experience
bring us closer to this world's heart?
a string of light connects me to you
since the day we first met
and now it is just getting brighter.

i don't know how to live
and this is my best excuse.
you can leave me.
you can try to break the string.
you can continue to believe that
you are the center
of something infinite.
that day. the day.
Jan 2021 · 497
winged bicycle
gabby Jan 2021
last week, a black car
appeared out of nowhere
while i was riding my bike
on a busy street.
the headlights burnt my eyes
and my fingers clung to
the handle bar.

i think i died once then.
i passed the initiation.
now, it is time to risk.

this thing with two wheels
is everything i own.
New York is 200 miles away.
i am going to ride the bike
that once brought me to death
to the most golden
point.
Jan 2021 · 497
two lands
gabby Jan 2021
that spring i had to leave
before the lilac trees bloomed.

the hills of peace slowly changed
to the streets washed with bleach.

empty mountain dew bottles
on the pavement
took the place of the grass.

this city was never going to grow
because people were always so upset
about days with rain.

three weeks in
i caught myself wondering.

wondering if:

if the color of the lilac i left was
as purple as a healing bruise?

if i climbed their tower blocks
could i see the other side?

if the time were to stop
would that still be called eternity?

then a lifeless object rang
and reminded me
to get back to my new life.

the imagine of the budded trees
slowly erased from my mind.
i know this poem is bulit in a weird way, but i liked the first lines i wrote and said i should continue it all this way.
Dec 2020 · 216
life(s)
gabby Dec 2020
i am sorry.
the light agressively
woke me up and
made me live another day
as a part of this
insanely organised world.

you said i had a
beautiful, misunderstood
mind.
so i began to act like
i did not belong there.

if only you hadn't failed
to be my home,
if only i had learned earlier
that i am in control
of my present.

these modern tribes
are so afraid of
loneliness and death,
each life is mediocre
and golden
in the same time.
i hope things will get better for all of you beautiful people next year!
Dec 2020 · 121
my friend, the writer
gabby Dec 2020
today,
an unexplainable joy
electrified my body.
i dreamt about the future
and i felt bittersweet
because i had chosen
the hardest path to freedom.

i was a bird, a hunter and
the wind.
i killed myself and then
i was killed;
change seemed such a cliché
but death did not.

my story is worth-telling.
your dime novels sell good.
i can let you invent an ending.
tell them who i am
or who i were.
well...i do not care i disappointed you, Mrs.
....can' t you be happy i found my way?
Dec 2020 · 91
this universe.
gabby Dec 2020
wish i could take a glance
at the lands behind the sun;
are we indeed the lucky ones?

huge spheres and stars fail
to fill the biggest void of all,
yet people complete people
and love is methaphysical.

people invented death,
but some of us feel immortality,
not me, not you, but those
who got their name carved
in the sky of other blue dimensions.

how can we live
a life that was not lived before?
we cannot anymore.
we are just parts of the universal soul.
here i am. here you are. let's run.
Dec 2020 · 194
blur
gabby Dec 2020
i have been scared of death
since the day i learnt i was alive;

blue ***** drops rise
from the heart of the ocean
reaching for the forbiden place,
reaching for brightest star
that will bring their end.

for them we are as irrelevant
as an orange cloud in a storm;
the raindrops which fall on our faces
are pure and cold, but carry
the gold.
read this slowly and think about how small we really are. but it all has a purpose and i belive in it. (staying indoors is not too good for me:)
Nov 2020 · 84
poison ivy
gabby Nov 2020
yes, i write about you,
but you are someone else
in my spectrum world.
you are a saviour,
who will save us all.

are you a saviour in the real world?

i could read out loud
for the ivy which climbs my walls,
the poems i write
about her heart-shaped leaves;
because i know that
her innocent vanity
will not make her poisonous.
but for you,
those poems would be poison,
the roots
of your future toxic actions.

yes, you once did me good,
so i borrowed your name
and now i am letting the old you
live
in my pretty words.
had this poem in my drafts for weeks and now i found a way to pen it. also hellopoetry was unaccesible in my country i think for some months and after all this break i feel like i can t write anymore, i find it way harder to express myself...
Sep 2020 · 147
golden age
gabby Sep 2020
it is autumn.
you are golden;
you were golden
in summer
too.
Sep 2020 · 91
3-day trip
gabby Sep 2020
summer is gone
and gone is the only love i ever had.
orange was the sky,
blue was my heart,
but now i have to go back,
to my home,
to old Pleasantville.

i am young,
i should have more fun,
i will not be young forever,
i should enjoy the run.
the stars, the sea, the mountain peaks,
every man watches them,
happy that the wish came true.

you and i,
we fitted the golden picture,
riding our rented bikes in the square,
ingoring the danger in the air.
back to school!
Sep 2020 · 76
boy
gabby Sep 2020
boy
one day, i passed by phoneix café;
weren't you the one
playing bass guitar there?

saw you at a table before,
tying back your strings
in safe double knots
so that you show 50% of your grief
when you perform.

biker jacket, broken soul,
you were hurt by something
that you still adore.

they see that.
they find themselves in your pain.
but do i know, do the boys and the girls
in the first row know
who you were months ago?
i noticed him some time ago on the school hallway.
Aug 2020 · 70
nothing is mine
gabby Aug 2020
i walk on the narrow streets
like nobody walks,
i feel the burning pavement
through my shoe soles
and i know
how many trees and
how many faces
the wind carressed
before it touched mine.
wanted this to be a little longer but here it is.
Aug 2020 · 99
cold wind
gabby Aug 2020
she lost herself
at the end of
february
when the world
stopped being
as cold as her.

all the harmless tricks
and the ice on the ground
were melted
by the brighter sun.
thinking about who i was like some months ago is so scary🌿
Aug 2020 · 71
august
gabby Aug 2020
late night party
in this grey neighbourhood;
i am living and dying
next to you.

can i hide in your arms?
can i be just who i am
in your aqua-marine eyes?
my hands are shivering,
the concept of future
makes me so scared
but
i... i am waiting for a
change.

the sun rises in the east
the sun sets in the west;
and we do the same;
we are, just like everybody is,
we are losing the game.
lately today has been he same as yesterday and probably the same as tomorrow.
Aug 2020 · 113
blue lover
gabby Aug 2020
resting my head
on the cold window sill,
i stare somewhere far,
beyond the sky,
then take a long look
at the sun
with my bare eyes.

too much light,
too much warmth,
can hurt a lonely person.
but i can't stop dancing
to your songs,
i can't look down anymore when
i see your electric eyes.

all the roads lead to you
and i truly want them to;
because i see
the heaven,
the sky
in your pretty eyes
and i know that
you can change me
but i can't change you.
....inspired by a little pretty song and a person with blue eyes i kinda fell i love with. take care;)
Aug 2020 · 67
p-pain
gabby Aug 2020
pain creates the most
profund poetry,
pain creates the most
shiny pearls,
pain is the tool
that changes who we are,
pain is the sharp wind
in winters,
something you undoubtely feel
when you are brave.
an alarm signal,
a remider that your body is not
translucid and that it shines.
you try to escape reality,
but the remais of past
come agressively in waves.
morfine.
anyone can hurt you
and you are anyone too.
so what can we do?
pain starts and ends
a war.

pain is better than fear
as the blue skies are
better than the grey ones
.
....and i dare to say i am feeling better
Jul 2020 · 437
where everyone can be
gabby Jul 2020
yesterday i decided
where i will run away to-.
i wrote the coordinates in black
on a blue colored paper
and threw it
in my childhood friend's garden.

i also called a star after
my first lover's name;
that star will be my home.

i will travel just at night
because i know that all the people
that pretended to care about me
are all so afraid of the dark.

....and i will begin to write
about my life as a youth,
but by the time they recongnise me
i will be gone, diving
into cherry blossom water
and bittersweet freedom.
i will dye my hair
light ocean blue and
finally settle myself
in the first city i fall in love with.
i will spend nights
at karaoke famous clubs
dedicating songs to old faces
and i will spend mornings
sipping lavender tea at fancy cafés
observing those people
who will never die.

but i know that, in the end,
none of these will be part of me
for eternity.

a scared girl who thinks is brave
because she ran away.
too...? i know this is a bit chaotic, but i am glad i found a way to express all these things i kept for myself for too long. wish i could go anywhere
Jul 2020 · 122
white night
gabby Jul 2020
tonight i slept with
my windows wide open.
now, i am part of this world.
i feel it, it doesn't feel me.

400 000 people in this city
have their own warm
incandescent light.
my friend was crying
on the floor of her house;
all dark.
one lady was listening loud
to the song that defined
her life.
but all i heard that night
were the sounds of peace,
coming from the shaky leaves,
the sleepy urban dogs
and the fast red motorcycles.
hmmm i don t know what to say about this lines i have written. honestly, is anything i do right?
Jul 2020 · 107
selfish nature-lover
gabby Jul 2020
i don't need people.
the sun embraces me
everyday,
the salty waves
greet me at nights,
and the stars
dance beside me
with their disco light.

i find myself in
this quiet,honest,wild
world,
where every bird's song
and every wind blow
is playing in the
background.

nothing hurts me,
everything is just as it is.
another *poem* about how much i started to love nature in the last past weeks '_'
Jul 2020 · 72
summer
gabby Jul 2020
take deep breaths
before summer comes.
the hot heavy air
once inhalated
destroys the coldness
of the mind, of the body.
spontaneous fires
light up in people and
burn as wildly as the sun.

summer is heaven?
it heats and heals,
but slowly withers
the green, honest souls.
summer is freedom?
the sky is clear,
the moon is tenderer,
we feel the night.

a pretty fall,
a blushing evil fairy,
summer will become the all;
a steamy world,
in which
the lovely shady trees
the ocean breeze
will be a dead touch.
it s been so sunny here and i hate it. i miss the clouds, my head is spinning around and i feel as hopeless as the nature in these days.
Jul 2020 · 112
conversations
gabby Jul 2020
i've heard you
talking to the stars.
do your scars
heal with their light?
do they feel,
compassionate and kind,
your sorrow,
and understand
your blue life?

i've talked to them once
cold as iced ice,
they wasted my time.

i like talking to the
grass, the flowers
instead.
they aren't dead,
immortal or fire-red.
they aren't wise,
they just empathise.
the trees, the green
sometimes talk back
and i listen like a child;
the rustling leaves,
the broken twigs.

but you look up!
bored of the ground,
you need their coldness,
their empty shiny eyes.
i like nature more than people sometimes
Jul 2020 · 76
storms
gabby Jul 2020
stormy storm,
do not fade away.
the raindrops falling
as cold rivers
**** the silence and
the lonely loneliness.

the birds hiding,
the bugs diving.
still i see the pretty,
the innocent you.
connection is vital,
transparent and true.

stormy storm,
i feel your anger,
i know your rues.
it rained heavily today
Jul 2020 · 51
labyrinth
gabby Jul 2020
i wanted to write something
to find, to explain mysef.
i wanted not just to find the way
out of this labyrinth of suffering,
i wanted to make myself
look up at the beautiful sky
and enjoy the birds' songs
and the wind's voice straying
in this labyrinth next to me,
whenever i am stuck between
its tall and secure walls.

i was afraid of emptiness
and fullfilness, so i just lived.
there wasn't just day or night,
there were grey abstract times
when rational points disappeared.
in those moments some burried
their hearts in the shimmering ground
but got somehow again to the entrace.

this crazy labyrinth is the map
of my soul, the map of a ghost city,
still i don't want it to fade away
because these walls, this sky, this ground
are the only things that i have,
that are truly mine.
the sun was setting and these wild thoughts apperead from nowhere
Jun 2020 · 78
feelings
gabby Jun 2020
rendez-vous at nine
trust me, i am fine.

sweet summer days
i m here for the chase.

pink lipstick red
look at what i had.

shells and ocean waves
always in a race.

listening to blues
dancing till we lose.

sleeping on the sand
holding your cold hand.

setting blue pale fires
we burn the souls desires.

feeling good as freaks
learned all their tricks.

we travel in paper boats
loud fireworks.

beautiful colors of the night
i haven t lost my sight.

we live on this beach
feeling wild and rich.
Jun 2020 · 58
summer coldness
gabby Jun 2020
my cracked walls are full
of printed poems.
black and white.
but the emptiness
can have many colors;
so i choose the blue.

it s almost summer
and the sun reflects on
the white, guilty
pages of your book.
close it! and wait till
a translucid cloud
covers the star.

do you feel the coldness
in the heavy air?
do you feel the shivers
when i read those
beautiful lines pinned
to the walls and to my heart?

there is nothing
to hold on to.
memories, ilussions,
clouds, all gone.
but it's still so beautiful
when true life itself
puts you in a trance.
Jun 2020 · 145
modern manifesto
gabby Jun 2020
the stars will not light up tonight
they seem to fear the dark.
they realised the sky is just a trap
and people are too small to care about.

so this night i will live my life
because darkness is now in all of us
and i feel so beautiful and wild.

the world is violet, black and blue
so i do not care if you once pretended
to be a sane sad dreamer too.
dance your own dance and then fly.

now i can touch all my ilussions,
i decide whats poisonous for my mind
now the wind is playing with my hair
and the world that used to know me is far
far away.
get free!
Jun 2020 · 72
dark song
gabby Jun 2020
i was
playing
my guitar
in the dark
and
the sounds
oh the sounds!
were more
graceful
than the ones
played
in the
daylight.

the tips
of my fingers
were
no more
insecure
and
i
was just
feeling
the mistakes.
so playing the guitar alone in my blue room at night is a feeling
Jun 2020 · 67
bittersweet
gabby Jun 2020
my eyes are blue
because i stare at the sky,
my nails are black
because empathy died.

lovers and serial killers
meet at midnight.
they take the risk
and rivive the moonlight.

the dynamic clouds
are higher than you think;
i open my arms
but i can't feel the breeze.

sadness is just war
my sword is made of plastic,
but i will fight with grace
and life will seem artistic.

white tiny butterflies
fly over our heads,
they teach us how to dream
and ignore the screams.
Ohhh what is happening right now? if only i could get out of here.
Jun 2020 · 75
i am the Moon
gabby Jun 2020
my world is blue
and if you kiss me
i will **** you too.

roses dry faster
in my sweaty hands;
outside is storm
and my window is
wide open.

so get in the car
and drive down
to the wild sea;
lose yourself there,
lose yourself
at the place
i lost my sanity.
i do not know where this came from. thoughts+ thoughts+ thoughts
Jun 2020 · 146
freedom
gabby Jun 2020
we're riding bikes
in the midnight,
facing the wind
i close my eyes
and i hope we don't
fall and die
because
now i ve understood
that life should be
a fearless ride.
Jun 2020 · 97
little catastrophes
gabby Jun 2020
poison spilled
on the ground,

birds controlled
by the wind,

cold raindrops
disguised as tears,

shadows in
summer gardens,

poems which
turn people dark,

you! and only you
let these
little catastrophes
happen.
i do not know why i wrote this. just :) also i have the feeling it is not complete
Jun 2020 · 114
you do not make sense
gabby Jun 2020
i look at the sky and
the clouds remind me
of December,
but you have flowers
in your hair
and those sad people
now smile
involuntary.

you don t make sense
and neither does
this world
you water with
your only infinite
moments.
May 2020 · 61
summer rain
gabby May 2020
walking
on the beach
with your shoes
in your left hand,
you blink
and the sand
stops shining,
raindrops fall as
blue sugary
sprinkles,
and you feel again
the freshness
of the water
you may once
swam in.
when it starts raining on the beach everybody is as helpless as anyone else.
May 2020 · 85
starlit nights
gabby May 2020
what is the difference
between the
flourescent stars
painted on my ceiling
and the ones
pinned to the sky?
both as dead,
both as lovely,
both as dependent
to the sun.
May 2020 · 482
masquerade
gabby May 2020
i met him at a masquerade, a silly place
where people do not need names.

wearing the mystery of the night,
dancing under the raw spotlight,
his honey lips, his indecisive eyes
were feeding innocent souls with lies.

but then i saw him, at midnight,
alone and hidden with his one light
-the lonely moon, the queen of dead
in front of whom his cheeks turned red.

he was just a tragic moonlover
when the masquarade was over.
oh, that poor disguised angel
made falling in love seem so fatal...
<3 tired of writing short lines
May 2020 · 79
serial killers
gabby May 2020
baby, this decline is
beautiful to watch:
those mermaid tears
which never warm
your pale cold cheeks
and your sugary
golden sadness.

you re a tragic hero,
a dying moonlover.
sibyl vane
May 2020 · 58
a thunder
gabby May 2020
i was out dancing in the rain
when i felt the heat of the sunrise.
perhaps a thunder lightened
my heart and the top of my fingers
or perhaps a thunder made me
be the darkest i will ever be.
but somehow then i was alive.
had this poem in mind after listening to lana del rey at 12 pm
May 2020 · 103
alive
gabby May 2020
this blanket doesn't
keep you warm
so you close your eyes
and beg for
more and more life.

now your world is cold
because when
you were up high
you stared at the sun
when others jumped
and killed the light.

now it feels like
you lost your mind.
So all this time spent alone made me feel so free. Am i happy being myself? Am i myself?
I m lost help
anyways this poem kind of means so much for me and i don t know why. i felt so at peace after writing this.
May 2020 · 83
everlasting
gabby May 2020
he knew their voices
were not songs
that people danced to
and their eyes were not
framed blue paintings.

they were not everlasting.
they just made
this world
feel everlasting.
just some thoughts i had in my mind after listening to a sad song. Seize the day, guys! also sorry for repeating the title so many times
May 2020 · 61
floating
gabby May 2020
only the flowers' petals
always trust the wind
that s all. two lines
May 2020 · 81
the things i write
gabby May 2020
if i showed you the lines
i write after i cry,
after i stopped the world
by closing my eyes,
after i miss the sunrise
because of taking the bad ride,
after i dance alone
when all the life is gone.
if i showed you the lines
i hide
i am sure we will both cry.
this part of me is someone else. but somehow all these faces keep me away from suffering...
gabby May 2020
at least those clouds will
fade away on a summer day
and all the blueness will be gone
and the sky brighter than the sun.
not the current reality
May 2020 · 59
eating ice cream
gabby May 2020
the heart gets used to coldness.
those butteflies feel frozen.
and you realise
a brainfreeze is better than
milions of burning thoughts.
had this poem in mind while eating ice cream.
May 2020 · 110
my butterflies
gabby May 2020
these butterflies
are eating me alive;
please disappear,
it isn t spring yet!
why can t you
understand that
not every person
is a flower?
oh because
you, butterflies
are crazy and evil
but i don t
want to be a
heartless person
and i can t cut
your wings either.
no more thinking. i have put the words here as they are in my head. no more faking. this is how i feel
Apr 2020 · 470
stay hydrated
gabby Apr 2020
they say that if you drink
enough water you will be healthy
i say that if you shed enough tears
you ll be finally happy.
just some little stuff i had in mind. it doesn t really makes sense but yeah water and tears
Apr 2020 · 107
from my window
gabby Apr 2020
the sun begins to set
and it gets dark in our houses
so we draw the curtains
eventhough the sky is
still burning in the west.
sometimes it s just so nice to watch the sunset alone and letting your mind clear slowly.
Apr 2020 · 60
sad person
gabby Apr 2020
why everything hurts me?
the silence i say
i am comfortable with
the people who
dont know i exist
the nights i choose
not to sleep
even the stupid storms
makes me fall in deep
the flowers scent
gives me headaches
and the empty rooms
help me break.
why everything
hurts me?
i am a sad person who doesn t know what to do next. but i stay positive!!^ i ll once leave.
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