Gabriel Bonney

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

You're an angel fallen down
Won't you tie me to the ground?
You're a blessing from above
Won't you stay with me, My Love?
You're falling far from the sky
Won't you tell me just how high?

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

ranorànilac

Most mornings he wakes up before the sun,
to a time before the dawn has yet begun,
where he rows out to sea and throws his net,
for the moon, he doesn't sleep long,
in a world where the stars never set.

Pages in one hand and his heart in the other,
he projects words into the glistening moonlight,
poems he kept sheltered like a mother,
afraid to let her children out into the dark night,
hurling crazed words at the sway of the ocean.

He stayed up all this night fishing for the stars,
a slur to his words but the gist without falter,
unconscious this enmity and affection,
was adressed to his reflection,
his poems dead yet lively in the water.

ranorànilic | Croatin | (n.) an early riser; someone who usually gets up early in the morning

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

down in the dumps

I'm down in the dumps
In this trench I have made for myself
Why?
What is this thing?--this ambiguity?
Why is it here? Where'd it come from?
Why am I in it?
Is this real, or am I making it up?
What are these thoughts? Depression?
Is it coming back?
I don't know.
But the world doesn't care--
It still throws garbage onto me
I feel it pile up
And I can only ask,
Why am I not fighting it?

I suppose this is what I really should be asking

9.1.18

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

blot of yellow

I once was a Heaver, just like you
Lost in a sea of solemn blue

My boat capsized at an early age
My mind was so detatched I barely remember this stage

Slowly I found my way back to shore
But I sometimes fear I'll end up like before

The night will haunt me still, with things I've overcome
The dark reminds me of what I can still become

So you see, I've had scars where a light is shone
And I've rowed in a sea that was not my own

I have found my breath and now I give it to you
A blot of yellow in your solemn blue

I've gone through depression, and I've gotten to know people who have. I hope that I'm able to use this to help others

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

to the Heavers, from the Dreamers

When everyone you think you know
Deserts your side, leaves your fight
I will stay with you, I will go
I'll be there, I'll stay the night
You're caught up in your darkest thoughts
Believe me, it's not just you
And you think your mind is all you got
Trust me, it's not your only way through
Stay with me, we are not alone
Our brains sick and our minds prone
It may not feel like it at times
'Cause there's many of you, but we are few
Yet there's an army of us at your side
We're fighting for our minds, our hope in view

There are many people with depression, or who feel like they have no hope, or who are ******* in their thoughts. I see it when I walk down the halls at my school. I feel like they've given up, that they're just going through the motions of living, barely hanging on. I have some friends who are like that. But I wonder how many of us are actually trying to fight it? I ask this sometimes, because the world can feel so overwhelming. But I find poets who are battling this darkness, who are fighting alongside me. I know people who have gone through depression, and now take a stand to help others who are going through it. We fight for each other, for those who have abandoned hope. So will you join the fight? Sleepers, will you wake up and aid us in this battle? Heavers, will you give us a chance?

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

the color yellow

i never really liked the color yellow
so protuberant
kinda theatrical
too blithe
but it just so happens to be your favorite
and that's exactly what i need

#color #yellow #lively #theatrical

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

The bane of a writer

Remember the moment
You get a thought inside your head
A thought so clear you can hardly control it
So you go to write it down, but instead
No matter how tightly you try to hold it
You lose it, so you search in something you read

I hate those moments

Anyways, I found some of my old poems and this is one of them