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G A B R I E L A Jul 2018
There is something deep within us
threatening to burst free
only with the true choice
will it come to life.

that something only shows when one is truly alone
or when one finds a deeper connection with someone else
it feels like electricity
once the connection sets into place an electric shock can be felt
only then one knows when to show the colors inside
it may take time
but the best things always do.

that something deep inside
is so precious
it can only be shown to the best of people
it will come to live with the best people.
G A B R I E L A Jun 2018
They say ignorance is bliss
ignorance is fake bliss
you do not see
you are blind to the horrors
so everything is one color
how can you expand your mind
when you can't see.
You're afraid to take the blind fold off
so you don't see the beauty of knowing
ignorance is fake bliss.
G A B R I E L A Jun 2018
Stuck
like a bird on a cage
nowhere to go
nowhere to fly to
what is one to do on a situation like this?
where everything is constant
constant downs
no ups just downs
what is one to do
when all you can do is walk
and all you want to do is throw yourself up in the fresh air
and fly
obstacles will bring you down
but you will go up once again
much higher
and higher
and higher.

What if one knows what to do
but shackles hold you to the ground
strong, rusty shackles
what is one to do then?
what if they are shackles of one's making?
G A B R I E L A Jun 2018
All is forgotten when the rythm sounds
music drives you to a foreign wold of bliss
where everything that matters becomes light as a kiss
where everything ceases to reck down grounds

The peace that numbs all feeling of cold grief
takes me back to times when sorrows where gone
before our worthless fate was sealed and drawn
a tune that saves me from the mighty thief.

The destructive storm that is within me
whirling around like consuming dark haze
cease to exist at every melody

and when the final note has been ablazed
the shadows and demons come strolling free
where they'll remain till the end of the craze.

— The End —