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G A B R I E L A Feb 2019
Neon green sparkled through his orbs
like the hope residing in his soul
he stretched his arm
made to grasp it with his hand
but it had vanished like a passing wind
in a desert day of forsaken sand.

Neon green felt the desire
like his heart in deep dire
when the dashing star teased his being
he smiled as if he could finally mean it
didn't feel the light dying through his fingers
leisurely as the clock never stopped ticking.

Neon green extinguished in the blink of an eye
the hours mingled like melting ice
as his ear eavesdropped for the ring of a breath
when yearning hit it's final note
the sound of the end already approached
and it captured him tightly in a net of gold
as it vanished him vehemently from the appalling storm
and left the pieces that nobody saw.
Inspired by The Great Gatsby
G A B R I E L A Oct 2018
Like a leach on my brain
on my heart
It's constant
It's always present
that leach on my brain
on my heart
that's called anger
that's called sorrow.

Like a wasp on my brain
on my heart
it strikes when I least expect it
that wasp on my brain
on my heart
it feeds on my anger
it feeds on my sorrow

I incentive that creature on my brain
on my heart
so it never goes away
It's constant
and I can feel it weaken me
by using my anger
by using my sorrow
against me
I can feel it weaken me
by using my weapons
against me.
G A B R I E L A Jun 2019
Compressed material against dove-like skin
it's iron coated with fire and ice
a faultless vest trained from the best
to reject nefarious activity thrown her way

the tick of the clock breezed by
and her mind forgot the feel
of her petals against the wind,
the jabs of thorns that drew blood,
elation in the form of a smile,
and the cadence of the wheels
as age's stampede never slept

suddenly the sun had risen and fallen
more than a couple of times
and the iron had blended with her skin
dominant silver swirls and cream scrawls
her forsaken emotions dissolved into her soul
they thrashed and fought like wild animals
tried to break free from the vest of fire and ice
she felt the stings of bees in her pores
though iron is too strong
unbroken by the song of the tears that never fell.

A ghost of a feeling brushed iron
a mere tickle in a sea of solidity
yet unfaltering and bulletproof vest
never swayed an inch
round her afflictive chained heart.
G A B R I E L A Jul 2018
It is curious
that the most wonderful of all
last so little.

When the caterpillar blooms
and begins to revolutionize the world
casting small light to endless darkness
dark haze absorbs the glow into nothing
and the butterfly cycle comes to an end.

There is a small amount of spark
deep down in the nothing
that not even the rulers of this world expect
but with the courage of the soul
another butterfly will burst to life
and rattle the darkness.
G A B R I E L A Jul 2020
A flash followed by a hiss of pain
proceed chronically throughout the day
a moan and despair
the flicker of memory with a mistake
and I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand
yet it keeps pulling me in


Far on the melancholy horizon
with hues of amethyst and sapphire
a single daffodil blooms against the spotlight
I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand
and through a flare of clarity, a dream manifests into truth
echoes of glory pound along with the soft breeze
yet it stops all too sudden
and my fingers brush daffodil solace
all before quicksand swallows the promise of freedom
and keeps pulling me in
a process of forgiveness
G A B R I E L A Jul 2018
The stabbing pain on my beating *****
can only be called one thing.
Everyone goes through it at least once in their life
but nobody is really prepared for heartbreak.
When it comes
It feels like a truck hits you out of nowhere
and suddenly you're just fighting for air
frantic to breath normally again
but it will take time before you get there
after all this is all a lesson
a lesson to make you stronger.

Learn how to piece together those shattered walls
and learn how to fix yourself
when broken
it is the key to become powerful.
G A B R I E L A Oct 2018
Thought I knew it
thought I got it
thought I held the answers
grasped them tightly with my hand
enough to draw blood
that dripped onto the floor
made a pool of doubt mixed with crimson
realized I know about my world
but not about the world
it changed the game.
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 Nov 2018
I placed the hammer on my chest
and laid on the ground as the pain consumed me
I tried to lift it a couple of times
lift that endless weight between my *******
but I wasn't strong enough
I would never be strong enough

I placed a weight on top of the hammer
and felt my heart skip a beat
suddenly, I found it hard to breath
I tried to lift it a couple of times
but I wasn't strong enough
I would never be strong enough

It was all my fault
I became the antagonist in my story
and even the hero in me couldn't beat me
the cycle continued
and I fell deeper into the abyss of pain.
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.
G A B R I E L A Dec 2018
An urge more powerful than the gods themselves
a feeling so demanding
like a roaring pounding sound
a hammer shattering a wall of stone
when she turned her head the other way
the pounding just swelled louder
louder
louder
raindrops dripped against the window
like the tears on her smooth cheeks
her hand hit the invisible wall when she realized
there was no escape
a prisoner in her own mind
with a fire burning hotter
hotter
hotter
At one point the pain turned to pleasure
strange how ugly turned to beauty
in a matter of result.
G A B R I E L A Dec 2018
She stepped into her suit
it felt heavy against her skin
the rough cloth with puncturing thorns
hurt anybody who got too close
just the way she liked it

she looked around
a war camp filled with blood
and silent screamers
eyes wide as shattered vases
that was what she wanted
she slaughtered them all like fleeing prey
and a sob arose with the help of some force
the deed was already done
she would have to live with it
with the weight of the bodies she killed
with her own thorns

she had pushed them away
and now they would never return
the flower was far from withered
it had been cut to pieces
and no glue would fix it
she would have to live with it
with the weight of the bodies she killed
with her own thorns
until the end of times.
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 Sep 2018
There was once a girl who outshone the stars

the beauty within her was so great

eyes could go blind from the blaze.

So deep and profound

she changed the world with a few words

and radiated as brightly as the sun.

Then the fierce fire was extinguished

like a lightbulb going off.

She struggled to ignite her fire

and sparks flew

but no greatness begun.

She remembered the times

when she felt bigger than the universe

but mighty she felt no longer

she no longer outshone the stars.
G A B R I E L A Apr 2019
Hefty wooden bricks
piling for the sake of fierce
tone that should be molded
into the best of minds.

Brick after brick
she washed her hands
with tender sheer tears
that dribbled into the wall
as a flawed synonym of cement
the hammer palpitating brashly
against the makeshift wall
threatened to abolish and become
a genocide of it's own.

Even when the bricks
shift into the dirt below our feet
a mop will erase the evidence
of her sedulous perseverance
that will never be acknowledged
like the leafs on her tree.
G A B R I E L A Aug 2019
ZOOOSH ZOOOSH
White smoke lined cerulean hope
and the train rushed right through
like a shooting star on a dark plain
she squinted and was forced to gaze
when familiar faces stepped onto the train
the train of aspiration mixed with aim
she, the girl of elusive stone
with lively feet glued to the ground
and ticket in hand ready to set free
was forced to yearn but withhold
(a ghost attempting to grasp mass)
as the train dashed right through her soul
and her chest caved in knowing
the train had left with her only a few feet away
ZOOOSH ZOOOSH!
G A B R I E L A Jul 2018
They say I'm jealous
when in reality she's everything I would never want to be.
They say I'm worthless
when I'm an artist.

They don't want to think outside of the box
but I do
but they don't know that
but they will never know
that behind a mask of ordinary
there is an artist
that they underestimated
because they never got to know
because they never cared to know.
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 Sep 2018
My heart is a vacuum
absorbing negativity
and expulsing positivity.
As my beating ***** grows wider
dark fog seems to encroach
conquering my sanity
and creating a creature of hate and anger.
G A B R I E L A Apr 2019
Tufts of shamrock lea
tickling the back of my feet
as I my honey orbs
darted across
the meadow of elusive hope.

His smile so proud
of his moves so smooth
the shard pieces of my heart
I threw to apprise him
of the colors of my soul
that began to blend
since the moment I saw him
across the field of flimsy chance.

He swaggered his way
through the obstacles ahead
smirked when he took note
of the flies that hovered above
but not the fawn of honey orbs
that watched him across the field.
Why
G A B R I E L A Jan 2019
Why
Why do we keep moving
when the sky doesn't?

Why do we last so long
when flowers don't?

Why should I sew my lips
when I own the answer?

We question
and the answer always comes back to

why

why

why

Question marks hover over our heads
floating and bumping into each other
like clouds in the sky
never banishing
even when the wind howls.

— The End —