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Araw Akala ko ikaw na yung mundo ko Akala ko ikaw na yung araw at gabi ko araw lang pla kita Araw nag bibigay liwanag sa daang madilim salamat naging liwanag kita binigyan mo ko ng pag asa lumigaya Pero malayo ka hinabol kita sinundan kita tinakbo ko kahit mainit pa nag papaltos ang paa tumagatak ang pawis ng parang lawa okay lang kase binigyan moko ng pag asa para sumaya Pawis na tumatagaktak na parang nota humihimig ng maganda sinasabe sa aking tengga na malapit kana Binilisan ang takbo para mahabol kita walang pake kahit maka bangga subalit akoy nadapa sugat ang nag silbing sakit na nadama Sinusundan ang liwanag na nag sasabing may pag asa pa Umiitim nako pero bat ang layo kopa  dumidilim na nawawalan na ako ng pag asa baket oras na para na umalis kana baket ngayon pa Baket sa oras na madilim staka  ka mawawala  Kay langgan kita baket sa oras na madilim ako dun kapa nawala Pano ko makikita yung daan kung wala ka diko kaya pag wala ka nahihirpan ako sa dilim ilawan moko para makita ka Gusto kitang kalimutan gumawa ako ng paraan para lubayan nag umbrella para maiwasan ang sinag mo pero nahihirapan ako diko pala kaya kalimutan ka Pero baket hanggang ngayon hinahanap hanap ko paren yung araw ko kung saan iikot ang mundo ko yung parang kulang yung mundo pag wala yun araw ko Kaya siguro hinahanap ko pa yung taong nag papaliwang sa madilim kong mundo yung nag papainit sa nan lalamig kong minuto segundo Naalala ko di pala hindi kita mundo kase nasa mundon kita ikaw yung nag papa ikot ng oras ko sa buong  buhay ko nag babalanse sa wordwide ko Sa mundo mo ako si buwan yung palihim **** na sulyapan magandang umaga ako nga pala si buwan yung simpleng mahinang ilaw na laging na diyan sa tabi tabi mo lang Magandang tanghale ako nga pala si buwan yung hindi kayang mag paliwanag ng  daigdig sa kalawakan pero pangako lagi kang sasamahan kahit sa kadiliman pangako magandang gabi ang madadatnan Ang pag ikot ng araw sa mundo ko ang pag ikot ko sa mundo mo ay habang buhay ng mananatile Magandang gabe ako yung buwan na pipiliting biygan ilaw ang madilim **** daan ako yung buwan nag bibigay panaginip maging masaya ka lng ako ang mamanatiling ilaw mo sa gabi para pag gising mo safe ka lng Tandaan mo ako yung buwan na bibigyan ilaw sa paligid mo buwan na laging bibigay buhay sa gabi mo bibigay ningning sa mga mata tandaan mo buwan ako dimo nako maales sa mundo mo
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
Araw
Araw Akala ko ikaw na yung mundo ko Akala ko ikaw na yung araw at gabi ko araw lang pla kita Araw nag bibigay liwanag sa daang madilim salamat naging liwanag kita binigyan mo ko ng pag asa lumigaya Pero malayo ka hinabol kita sinundan kita tinakbo ko kahit mainit pa nag papaltos ang paa tumagatak ang pawis ng parang lawa okay lang kase binigyan moko ng pag asa para sumaya Pawis na tumatagaktak na parang nota humihimig ng maganda sinasabe sa aking tengga na malapit kana Binilisan ang takbo para mahabol kita walang pake kahit maka bangga subalit akoy nadapa sugat ang nag silbing sakit na nadama Sinusundan ang liwanag na nag sasabing may pag asa pa Umiitim nako pero bat ang layo kopa  dumidilim na nawawalan na ako ng pag asa baket oras na para na umalis kana baket ngayon pa Baket sa oras na madilim staka  ka mawawala  Kay langgan kita baket sa oras na madilim ako dun kapa nawala Pano ko makikita yung daan kung wala ka diko kaya pag wala ka nahihirpan ako sa dilim ilawan moko para makita ka Gusto kitang kalimutan gumawa ako ng paraan para lubayan nag umbrella para maiwasan ang sinag mo pero nahihirapan ako diko pala kaya kalimutan ka Pero baket hanggang ngayon hinahanap hanap ko paren yung araw ko kung saan iikot ang mundo ko yung parang kulang yung mundo pag wala yun araw ko Kaya siguro hinahanap ko pa yung taong nag papaliwang sa madilim kong mundo yung nag papainit sa nan lalamig kong minuto segundo Naalala ko di pala hindi kita mundo kase nasa mundon kita ikaw yung nag papa ikot ng oras ko sa buong  buhay ko nag babalanse sa wordwide ko Sa mundo mo ako si buwan yung palihim **** na sulyapan magandang umaga ako nga pala si buwan yung simpleng mahinang ilaw na laging na diyan sa tabi tabi mo lang Magandang tanghale ako nga pala si buwan yung hindi kayang mag paliwanag ng  daigdig sa kalawakan pero pangako lagi kang sasamahan kahit sa kadiliman pangako magandang gabi ang madadatnan Ang pag ikot ng araw sa mundo ko ang pag ikot ko sa mundo mo ay habang buhay ng mananatile Magandang gabe ako yung buwan na pipiliting biygan ilaw ang madilim **** daan ako yung buwan nag bibigay panaginip maging masaya ka lng ako ang mamanatiling ilaw mo sa gabi para pag gising mo safe ka lng Tandaan mo ako yung buwan na bibigyan ilaw sa paligid mo buwan na laging bibigay buhay sa gabi mo bibigay ningning sa mga mata tandaan mo buwan ako dimo nako maales sa mundo mo
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Michael said to Gabriel "You know the Old Man's tetchy, have you got your **** together? Have you got your choir ready?" Gabriel said, "Just **** out, have you got that star in place? I don't see it in the sky yet,  have you booked the allotted space? "By the time the magi notice  and start their journey west the party will be over, so I think it would be best if you tell Him they'll come later, that the vibe will work far better if we go ahead with the shepherds  and then have the kings come later." Mickey was a little miffed, but he knew that Gabe was right. He'd been distracted with the detail to ensure the star was bright. So Mickey went and told the Boss, "It really makes more sense, cos once Jesus is a toddler he'll enjoy the frankincense."
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
Michael and Gabriel
Gabe's off with friends, road trip to Valley View Gadzooks, oh my No work on Friday Which of a quadrillion projects Will I pursue? There are poems to be birthed Sculptures to be honed Power bars to be cooked Appointments to be booked But the Big One, that towers over all The Once a year, Grandfather From which one mustn't stumble or fall Elevation of fourteen thousand, two hundred fifty five feet Of 15 miles of hiking, massive and sweet Says now or never, tiny mortal…! I must summit Longs Peak Inside me the need churns To visit the Old One, & learn what I must There are memories to be made, lessons to be learned And learn what I must Before I turn to dust
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Longs Peak Is Calling
I didn’t know you but I know you. You were a rebel. It was in your veins. You wore a leather jacket, leather boots. You’d walk down the street with a purpose. You never cared what they thought. The roar of the engine would bring a smile to your face. You loved everything about it. The rumble and the low-slug feel of the seat. You loved the rush of wind in your face, the feeling of being free and in control of life. Your destination never mattered. It was the trip you enjoyed. Once you got a taste of freedom, you became addicted. Always seeking for excitement. You searched for new places, new people, new things. Explored. Discovered. Learned. You did it all. You cared for your family, your friends. Her. I know you loved her. I could feel it, see it, sense it when she entered the room. I didn’t even see her right away but I knew something was different. I knew you were there with her, with us. It was the first time I met her but I knew who she was. She entered with a purpose. Just like you. The way she stood. The way she talked. The look in her eyes. Her presence. Just like you. The more I talked to her the more I saw you. It hurt listening to her. She was in love with you. I could hear it in her voice. You’ve been gone for a while but you impacted so many people. I wish I was one of those people. I miss you, even though I never met you. Your life betrayed you. You were no longer in control. The end came too soon. You were too good for this world. I didn’t know you but I know you.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
Dear Uncle Gabe
I didn’t know you but I know you. You were a rebel. It was in your veins. You wore a leather jacket, leather boots. You’d walk down the street with a purpose. You never cared what they thought. The roar of the engine would bring a smile to your face. You loved everything about it. The rumble and the low-slug feel of the seat. You loved the rush of wind in your face, the feeling of being free and in control of life. Your destination never mattered. It was the trip you enjoyed. Once you got a taste of freedom, you became addicted. Always seeking for excitement. You searched for new places, new people, new things. Explored. Discovered. Learned. You did it all. You cared for your family, your friends. Her. I know you loved her. I could feel it, see it, sense it when she entered the room. I didn’t even see her right away but I knew something was different. I knew you were there with her, with us. It was the first time I met her but I knew who she was. She entered with a purpose. Just like you. The way she stood. The way she talked. The look in her eyes. Her presence. Just like you. The more I talked to her the more I saw you. It hurt listening to her. She was in love with you. I could hear it in her voice. You’ve been gone for a while but you impacted so many people. I wish I was one of those people. I miss you, even though I never met you. Your life betrayed you. You were no longer in control. The end came too soon. You were too good for this world. I didn’t know you but I know you.
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dead babies. college. music. clean. ***** house. ***** linda. gabe. gabe's teeth. gabe's ***** teeth. school. friends. leaving. new orleans. new orleans. change. change. very worried. adderall. drugs. more adderall? shower. clean. clean. emoticons are kinda lame. sleep. sleep. want more smarts. want more dumbs. dumb dun dun. tittle tattle rattle pattle goo. ************ attention. attention. more please!. your dumb. that's a defense mechanism. air: more of. less again. stop that. stop stopping that. stop stopping stopping that. think about clouds. what will it be like in a year? maybe people think I have weird hand gestures. maybe I'm thinking about them so much that they look weird. maybe I'm thinking about thinking about them too much too much. oh god, hum. sing. play around the room. something already. Don't look at me you ************ go. back. *** I'm sorry. stay. look around. I love it when your around. Your really amazing. Do you like me? Stop calling me so much. Hey call me. Can I call you? What are you thinking about? I'm tired. I can't sleep. will you talk to me about my problems. problems are dumb. I have too many problems in my little head! I can achieve EVERYTHING Hold me! Stop asking me to hold you. hold me? hold you? hold hands? Don't touch my hands. stop looking at them. no, just no. sleep. shower. clean breaks. will make me brake.
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Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
School of Thought
Billy (Bowb) joe There ain't nothin new in hell tonight cept the soul o' billy joe, who killed a man in an unfair fight so gabe sent him below, he used a blade on an unarmed guy; and a stand up guy to boot, now his *** will fry he's said g'bye   coz to hell he is en route, now beelzebub has got an itch so bad that it needs scratchin he takes billy joe as his new ***** n disease he is a catchin, bill's boiled in oil n flash fried with rice n he’s marinade in gin, coz beelzebub well he ain't that nice he’s gonna Chew on liddle him, but Billy joe’s a repentant soul feelin mighty fine n righteous, bill has gotta goal gonna take his toll n  give nick gastroenteritis alan nettleton.
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May 26, 2011
May 26, 2011 at 7:33 AM UTC
"- Billy (Bowb) joe-"
All my life it's been hard to see the sun With this giant shadow cast above It started with a brother who was always great And now a best friend, their greatness seems to hover Thought once a grew older And away from my brother It would be easy to be great Now over shadowed from another brother For the longest time my name was "Gabe's Brother" How I longed to have my own Identity I wanted to be Greg ****** Qualities so great others could see And now at work I have the same Zack is always a little better a little faster But what I don't see most times is I'm actually smarter and stronger I always try to see what I'm not I used to ignore my own qualities Looking now I see I am Greg My own greatness my own personality I may not have a six pack Or be able to get the perfect ten But I'm competent and a leader I still have the capabilities to win For once in my life I'm no longer under a shadow For once I crawl out of the shadow and into the sun I can proudly say that my name is Greg No one to compare to, the number to my name is 1.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
Living In A Shadow
i've been awake since 6am i'm running on two and a half hours of sleep i've been on the road since 7am and i'm writing this at 1pm i'm thinking about greggs sausage rolls thinking about where i'm going in life thinking about when this road will end thinking about slowthai's yugioh cards thinking about how much i love frank ocean thinking about how i interpolate milo lyrics to fit my life though i probably couldn't tell you what his words mean thinking about how i drift from one person to the next desperately searching for a new friend to cling to thinking about why i didn't shave my face for two weeks i was scared that with a blade in reach i'd be tempted to slice my throat if i drowned, would my body float? thinking about how i should cut my hair thinking about how i can act cuter thinking about that coil girlfriend but maybe i'll go for a boy instead i burned my mouth on a greggs sausage roll again so it looks like it's all going to plan sometimes i view greggs as a temple and the sausage roll is my zen master i find solace in cheap british bakeries just like how i find peace in a black man's philosophies today i'll get my groceries from the nostrum grocers and write poems at the apex of my sleepiness this road is only going one way and i can't go back to pick up the pieces so i collect what i can to stitch together a new tapestry made out of the few remaining pieces of the old me maybe one day driver will say i have perfect hair thinking about how excited i am to read tallen's messages on discord it's nice hearing about his l5r discourse thinking about how i promised to deliver instrumentals for quetzal but i never did get started on them thinking about my friend gabe's new album and how i wish i had richard dawson's falsetto and how i wish someone would hug me but if i admitted that, that'd feel pretty needy of me i don't know when this road will end maybe i'm stuck on here forever immortalised in the asphalt like a dead bird approach me like you would your dad hanging in trafalgar square i used to smile in every selfie now it's a chore to smirk at all but it ain't all bad i might make curry on saturday or maybe i'll make chicken soup and it'll be better than hers because i'll make sure to remove the bones
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
interpreting the temple of introspection
i've been awake since 6am i'm running on two and a half hours of sleep i've been on the road since 7am and i'm writing this at 1pm i'm thinking about greggs sausage rolls thinking about where i'm going in life thinking about when this road will end thinking about slowthai's yugioh cards thinking about how much i love frank ocean thinking about how i interpolate milo lyrics to fit my life though i probably couldn't tell you what his words mean thinking about how i drift from one person to the next desperately searching for a new friend to cling to thinking about why i didn't shave my face for two weeks i was scared that with a blade in reach i'd be tempted to slice my throat if i drowned, would my body float? thinking about how i should cut my hair thinking about how i can act cuter thinking about that coil girlfriend but maybe i'll go for a boy instead i burned my mouth on a greggs sausage roll again so it looks like it's all going to plan sometimes i view greggs as a temple and the sausage roll is my zen master i find solace in cheap british bakeries just like how i find peace in a black man's philosophies today i'll get my groceries from the nostrum grocers and write poems at the apex of my sleepiness this road is only going one way and i can't go back to pick up the pieces so i collect what i can to stitch together a new tapestry made out of the few remaining pieces of the old me maybe one day driver will say i have perfect hair thinking about how excited i am to read tallen's messages on discord it's nice hearing about his l5r discourse thinking about how i promised to deliver instrumentals for quetzal but i never did get started on them thinking about my friend gabe's new album and how i wish i had richard dawson's falsetto and how i wish someone would hug me but if i admitted that, that'd feel pretty needy of me i don't know when this road will end maybe i'm stuck on here forever immortalised in the asphalt like a dead bird approach me like you would your dad hanging in trafalgar square i used to smile in every selfie now it's a chore to smirk at all but it ain't all bad i might make curry on saturday or maybe i'll make chicken soup and it'll be better than hers because i'll make sure to remove the bones
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August 29, 2014 That was the first day of BIO 201 lab. The first day for a lot of things actually Like meeting the first who met my standards Or meeting my very first college crush Silly isn't it? How it all sounds like it's high school again But, from that day on, I couldn't stop saying his name Gabe this, Gabe that, or Gabe (insert something nice here) I remember I'd always tell my best friend About how smart he was It was the kind of brilliance that was contagious It made you want to push yourself to be better He was so intellectually stimulating That it was inspiring and endearing to watch I wanted to surround myself by people like him I wanted to be surrounded by him I never really thought much about it It never came to mind why I spoke so much about him Why all I see are the goods, even from his flaws I wanted to know more about him Until now... Because now I know... That maybe... Just maybe... I like him.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
August 29, 2014
Delyla and Gabe, Sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, First comes love, Then comes our dreams, You went away and I was left to stay.
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Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 2:53 AM UTC
Our Adult Nursery Rhyme
It's 12:23 am and my sister comes knocking on my door. At first I couldn't hear a thing The fear through her eyes was so loud, it muted the world. Logic sinked into my brain to listen And I wish I hadn't. "Mom's not waking up!" She cries. Over And over Over And over. My feet are on the floor, pushing me out of the room. I'm blinded by the lights- The sudden wake. I'm deafened by my fathers shouts, "Gabe, wake up!" Within seconds I'm beside him. Speech has been slipped from me, but he looks into my eyes. "She's not waking up." No matter how many times I'm going to hear it tonight I won't believe it. "Help me," he says. And I push him aside. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't see this. I kneel down to the bed Her eyes closed Mouth agape. Pale. She looks dead. I was convinced she was dead. Now I'm angry. Who does she think she is? I told her to stop, "Mom, stop. This drinking problem you have needs to stop." It never did. She never listened. Now look what she has done. I slap her. Right across the face. I shout for mom, searching for it in her face. Looking for the qualities That make her the one who conceived me. I find nothing. And I slap her again. My sister is in the corner of the room With my brother, All older than me. All crying. My father is beside me trying to keep his rock but Even the most innocent plates inevitably reach an earthquake. My other brother comes running upstairs Dauntless as he thinks he is. The ambulance is on its way. She's leaving. I slap her again. Seconds later I'm pushed aside. Help is here. Then their in the room- Touching her Inserting her with unfathomable things. Then one man lifts her hand Right over her face, As if it were a feather and he lets go. But feathers are graceful and beautiful My mothers hand The one that now has lost the touch to ever gain back comfort on me again, drops like a brick. A brick full of all her lies and all her pathetic ruthlessness, falls on her face. They take her out of the room, still unconscious. That was the last time I ever saw my mother, Even though she's still alive and with me today.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
Look what you've done now
It's 12:23 am and my sister comes knocking on my door. At first I couldn't hear a thing The fear through her eyes was so loud, it muted the world. Logic sinked into my brain to listen And I wish I hadn't. "Mom's not waking up!" She cries. Over And over Over And over. My feet are on the floor, pushing me out of the room. I'm blinded by the lights- The sudden wake. I'm deafened by my fathers shouts, "Gabe, wake up!" Within seconds I'm beside him. Speech has been slipped from me, but he looks into my eyes. "She's not waking up." No matter how many times I'm going to hear it tonight I won't believe it. "Help me," he says. And I push him aside. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't see this. I kneel down to the bed Her eyes closed Mouth agape. Pale. She looks dead. I was convinced she was dead. Now I'm angry. Who does she think she is? I told her to stop, "Mom, stop. This drinking problem you have needs to stop." It never did. She never listened. Now look what she has done. I slap her. Right across the face. I shout for mom, searching for it in her face. Looking for the qualities That make her the one who conceived me. I find nothing. And I slap her again. My sister is in the corner of the room With my brother, All older than me. All crying. My father is beside me trying to keep his rock but Even the most innocent plates inevitably reach an earthquake. My other brother comes running upstairs Dauntless as he thinks he is. The ambulance is on its way. She's leaving. I slap her again. Seconds later I'm pushed aside. Help is here. Then their in the room- Touching her Inserting her with unfathomable things. Then one man lifts her hand Right over her face, As if it were a feather and he lets go. But feathers are graceful and beautiful My mothers hand The one that now has lost the touch to ever gain back comfort on me again, drops like a brick. A brick full of all her lies and all her pathetic ruthlessness, falls on her face. They take her out of the room, still unconscious. That was the last time I ever saw my mother, Even though she's still alive and with me today.
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The grass smells sweet. The breeze blows a warm wind, Leaves floating from the trees and ground. A beautiful day indeed. Lightly moving a hand side to side, The softness of the grass giving a sensation Indescribable. A conversation so just and pure as a newborn. Feeling safe and unworried. Moments of happiness in a depressed mind. The one thing known for sure. A glance down. “Gabe” Dog print LCHS GABRIEL ISAIAH DION MARTINEZ In the arms of his family Mar. 18, 1998 In the arms of Jesus Apr. 08, 2018 Grey and black granite block with a black and bronze plate on top. Her safe place.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Safety.
I wander down Old Macon Road The countless years unreeling I love the taste Of  yesterday Reliving every feeling I wander by The old home place To gaze through cracked old panes The laughing ghosts Are looking back As it begins to rain A sudden storm unleashes And the memories Fade once more Just a house With falling clapboards As winds blow off a door I wander down Old Macon Road As I have done so often Now back to sleep Till Gabe’s ole horn In my old rusty coffin
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
Old Macon Road
Doctor split his chest free cracked  it wide  open like a blessed pit Then  doc tickled Gabe’s heart with a scalpel made it clean Again he can go skirt chasing and set his **** straight So the process can begin again with the pain
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
Gabriel's open heart
You never understood You became my brother too Part of my heart Part of my life Part of my soul My love poured out for you I reached out my hand to help you I held on as much as I could Thinking that somehow I'd be able to save you From the hatred of others The dull sickness in your stomach I wanted to teach you, lead you Protect you from everything including yourself I wanted you to know the healing of words Of caring and understanding The safety of knowing somebody is there Somebody who isn't blood isn't family That it's possible for somebody to love you because they grew to not because they felt forced to Every word I say about you seems wrong now Like it's past tense like you aren't coming home As if you've forgotten where home truly is I'm so angry at you for leaving like that So livid for your lack of goodbye For convincing me everything would be okay Then just spiraling out of my reach I want to pick up the phone and hear your voice Hear you tell me you are okay I am so sick of listening to them tell me your fine I won't be fooled like that never again This will not be okay until you return Not that anything will be the same You're now an uncle did you know that? To a little boy named Gabe Your brother is with another woman these days I'm once again just the past Maybe I belong that way **** it Dommy.... I still miss you everyday.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Dommy
The one that got away Frustrated and aggravated are the words I used today. Because this season I met Ms. The one that got away! With family's merging, this was to be a soiree In walks my husbands family and Ms. The one that got away! This is why you should RSVP ! So you will know who is coming! So, You will know who it will be! My husbands mother looked at me and smiled, she said Eva was here for a conference and she would be in town for awhile. She explained that her and Gabe were old friends and that they had dated each other since they were 10. An she wasn't sure why Eva didn't close the deal . The audacity of his mother bringing that up made me feel quite ill. My brother smacked me hard on the shoulder and said " ooh he has a type " Then Everyone looked at her, than at me, then my husband guided me up the stairs quickly, obviously I was not happy We have the same color hair, the same type of build, same eye color, it was getting quit weird. As I came back down I stop in my tracks to observe them together just to see how he acts. How he melted in a puddle evertime she said whatever my little girl ran up to her, thinking it was me . Her dad picked her up and placed her on his knee when I over heard Eva make such a remark this is what our future would have been like such a lively spark. just then I tripped over my dress I fell down the stairs I fell really hard and bumped my big head my husband looked embearessed, he turned and looked away. with tears welling up in my eyes, my husband asked if I was ok I over heard the conversation between you and ms. the one that got away he kissed my tears and he whispered please hear what I say inspite of your clumsiness I just couldn't walk away I would have been a fool to let you be the one that got away. So I looked pass him and I stuck out my tongue at you know who right away and I'll have to worry about my mother in law clenching her pearls some other day
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
The One That Got Away
The one that got away Frustrated and aggravated are the words I used today. Because this season I met Ms. The one that got away! With family's merging, this was to be a soiree In walks my husbands family and Ms. The one that got away! This is why you should RSVP ! So you will know who is coming! So, You will know who it will be! My husbands mother looked at me and smiled, she said Eva was here for a conference and she would be in town for awhile. She explained that her and Gabe were old friends and that they had dated each other since they were 10. An she wasn't sure why Eva didn't close the deal . The audacity of his mother bringing that up made me feel quite ill. My brother smacked me hard on the shoulder and said " ooh he has a type " Then Everyone looked at her, than at me, then my husband guided me up the stairs quickly, obviously I was not happy We have the same color hair, the same type of build, same eye color, it was getting quit weird. As I came back down I stop in my tracks to observe them together just to see how he acts. How he melted in a puddle evertime she said whatever my little girl ran up to her, thinking it was me . Her dad picked her up and placed her on his knee when I over heard Eva make such a remark this is what our future would have been like such a lively spark. just then I tripped over my dress I fell down the stairs I fell really hard and bumped my big head my husband looked embearessed, he turned and looked away. with tears welling up in my eyes, my husband asked if I was ok I over heard the conversation between you and ms. the one that got away he kissed my tears and he whispered please hear what I say inspite of your clumsiness I just couldn't walk away I would have been a fool to let you be the one that got away. So I looked pass him and I stuck out my tongue at you know who right away and I'll have to worry about my mother in law clenching her pearls some other day
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Proud being the Peacock This was always the NBC trademark The beauty of variation colors surrounding NBC Yet there is another distinction, the legend Gabe Pressman Mr. Pressman would investigate and report his findings Even had his own NBC News Talk Show Where there was news, Gabe Pressman put viewers in the know If there were something wrong in investigating wrong doings, Gabe would establish His years of NBC News Gabe’s voice and stature made viewers to be enthused As a Journalist, Gabe Pressman took his job serious because he had an obligation in bringing truth and he showed it being evidence Viewers would be glued to their TV sets in what Gabe Pressman had to say and this was every day The name Gabe Pressman was the man in showing NBC the media way If Gabe Pressman was here today he would that is ok Heaven got Gabe Pressman caught up He is walking the Pearly Gates This is something we all can relate We bid Gabe Pressman in a job well done Thank you for being among Your journey being Heaven bound There will be applause being the sound Rest assured, Gabe Pressman is a name no one will ever forget There is a Code Of Silence all around NBC NBC-TV’s loss, but Heaven’s gain The camera is ready in Heaven with your daily televise Cry not, but remember who Remember how, I accomplished through Lights, Camera and so long After, Gabe Pressman silently departed The NBC letters describe Gabe Pressman best, Natural, Benefit and Concept The combination that made Gabe Pressman of who he was a commodity Gabe Pressman was the variation colors behind the NBC Peacock A pride to honor and appreciation in what you achieved This is Gabe Pressman reporting from NBC Your final Bow Journey on and So long now.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
LOOK INTO THE CAMERA DEDICATION TO GABE PRESSMAN
Proud being the Peacock This was always the NBC trademark The beauty of variation colors surrounding NBC Yet there is another distinction, the legend Gabe Pressman Mr. Pressman would investigate and report his findings Even had his own NBC News Talk Show Where there was news, Gabe Pressman put viewers in the know If there were something wrong in investigating wrong doings, Gabe would establish His years of NBC News Gabe’s voice and stature made viewers to be enthused As a Journalist, Gabe Pressman took his job serious because he had an obligation in bringing truth and he showed it being evidence Viewers would be glued to their TV sets in what Gabe Pressman had to say and this was every day The name Gabe Pressman was the man in showing NBC the media way If Gabe Pressman was here today he would that is ok Heaven got Gabe Pressman caught up He is walking the Pearly Gates This is something we all can relate We bid Gabe Pressman in a job well done Thank you for being among Your journey being Heaven bound There will be applause being the sound Rest assured, Gabe Pressman is a name no one will ever forget There is a Code Of Silence all around NBC NBC-TV’s loss, but Heaven’s gain The camera is ready in Heaven with your daily televise Cry not, but remember who Remember how, I accomplished through Lights, Camera and so long After, Gabe Pressman silently departed The NBC letters describe Gabe Pressman best, Natural, Benefit and Concept The combination that made Gabe Pressman of who he was a commodity Gabe Pressman was the variation colors behind the NBC Peacock A pride to honor and appreciation in what you achieved This is Gabe Pressman reporting from NBC Your final Bow Journey on and So long now.
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I've met him twice; for months; and now years, into jubilees. His name is Gabriel, and he means regret (in the language my heart only began to speak after him). The way I know him, sinks deep into my soul like a splinter, hurting me more as he burrows. He refuses to love; is willing to be cared for. Never returns, doesn't even borrow, but nonetheless, he takes, and takes, and takes. He is a selfish man, the regret I've named Gabe. We once held hands, and when I looked into his eyes, I poured my soul into the void he called his heart. And he took that love-and took it all, all, all and then gave it away. My heart learned how to write songs because of Gabe. It broke, and it learned, and it began to write as if the endless words I wrote were expectant of the love he never gave; for the hurt he always seemed to be generous upon. And I drank it all up, with a pinky held high, and he was not made of the substance I thought him to be.  But Gabe was a lesson, was an epiphany, was an age-old history (of aeons of regret). Yet, he was once the substance that had made me. A bitter heartbreak over a cup of tea.
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
A Man Named Gabriel, and Regrets, With A Serving of Tea
Five brighter than average grand children for the weekend. I should not brag, but they seem brighter and less selfish than most other people's grandchildren. It is not genetic, it's something in the wind. Saturday begins at dawn. Ranged four to eleven, waking youngest to eldest, there begins a session of Grandpa did you know? Which I find great fun. The narwhal's horn is its tooth, says Gabe, middle child. I did not know that. Grandma says she did. All the children laugh. I am a blessed man. A verse to reverse your attention, attendere, wait and see, bring up a child in the way he should go, be he wombed one or un, and when he is old, he'll not depart from it.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
In the bright light of grandchildren, I sing
"AHHHHH...MEN!" Mary's mobile bleeps. Text. ( First 3 notes of SHAFT ). It was the angel Gabriel. "Yo Mary babeeee! Guess who's gonna be the mother of God!" She's all fingers and thumbs. Can't get used to this new technology. Preferred the blinding flash of light floaty dudes who were a bit of alright. She just sends a "?" back. Quick as a flash Gabe texts her back. "Hey girllll it's you!" She texts a curt !!!NO WAY!!! Mary panics: " Jesus Christ I'm way too young to be having the Son of God!" She smothers her mobile under a pillow. Hoping that it will just go away. "BleepbleepbloodyBLEEP!" it muffles messages. When she dares to look next there are like. . .! 69 unread texts. "I swear to God!" she tells herself. "I'm not having it!" She deletes the lot. Un-friends Gabe & God> Uses a word that isn't nice! "Good riddance to a bad lot!" she convinces herself. "I want to be my own woman!" Puts on the scarletest lippy. Cleopatra's her eyes. Hits the town. Paints it red. Ends up in a seedy karaoke joint G&T; in one hand mike in the other belting out: "Once I was afraid... I was petrified. . !"
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
"AHHHHH...MEN!"
One They don’t know that 19-year-old doesn’t want them The way they want to be wanted To be needed Like a housewife To a loving caring husband In their 30’s with four children and a great big house He doesn’t share those dreams Two They like the attention they’re getting what they’ve never gotten before When you used to be the ugly, weird girl No one really paid attention to you Until him Even though you liked him first Made sure he knew it Had your friends help you message him He was surprised Three He made you feel special He told you that you were the only girl he was talking to He told you that he seriously adored you Four We talked about everything Almost We talked about the good things in our day We talked about movies We talked about everything instead of what really was going on I didn’t tell you I had an eating disorder I didn’t tell you I was being abused I didn’t tell you that every day I felt like ending it That you and my friends were the only things keeping me tethered to the world I didn’t tell you how much I loved you How much I was falling Five You said how much you wanted to kiss me Hold me, make sure that everything was okay How you couldn’t wait for me to turn sixteen 11 months Until... Six You couldn’t understand why I liked you so much You said “I’m a letdown, It’s like when you thought you bought sweet tea but it’s actually unsweetened” Verbatim I thought that was so Poetical So deep I realize now how wrong I was Seven You wanted to teach me how to kiss Because I didn’t know how I was unexperienced Eight We were so cringy Looking back at it I thought this supposed to be it Calling you sweetheart and baby When you barely knew the real me You knew me but didn’t know My trauma What woke me up in the middle of the night What I dreamed of I longed for My passion that I woke up every day to do You didn’t know because I didn’t tell you Because you never asked Nine You met my mom Over video chat I ensured her that she would love you Just like I did I told her all the good parts of you And finally how happy I was with you You said you were so nervous But she didn’t think you were that bad Ten We wanted to meet up We were going to meet at Hyvee We planned it one day When my mom had to pick up her medication You were going to walk from your apartment while my mom went to the pharmacy While I waited by the bathroom Our plan was to have our first kiss Maybe introduce you to my mom Like we had both bumped into each other Eleven You were so much more attentive than Gabe I told you about him How he was my first real boyfriend How he didn’t care Or want to talk to me But you did And I thought That was fantastic Twelve I thought I was the apple of your eye But clearly I wasn’t Thirteen I got so many good poems out of you, it was crazy Fourteen Despite all the red flags I loved you Fifteen I was only fifteen
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
15 reasons 15 year olds fall in love
One They don’t know that 19-year-old doesn’t want them The way they want to be wanted To be needed Like a housewife To a loving caring husband In their 30’s with four children and a great big house He doesn’t share those dreams Two They like the attention they’re getting what they’ve never gotten before When you used to be the ugly, weird girl No one really paid attention to you Until him Even though you liked him first Made sure he knew it Had your friends help you message him He was surprised Three He made you feel special He told you that you were the only girl he was talking to He told you that he seriously adored you Four We talked about everything Almost We talked about the good things in our day We talked about movies We talked about everything instead of what really was going on I didn’t tell you I had an eating disorder I didn’t tell you I was being abused I didn’t tell you that every day I felt like ending it That you and my friends were the only things keeping me tethered to the world I didn’t tell you how much I loved you How much I was falling Five You said how much you wanted to kiss me Hold me, make sure that everything was okay How you couldn’t wait for me to turn sixteen 11 months Until... Six You couldn’t understand why I liked you so much You said “I’m a letdown, It’s like when you thought you bought sweet tea but it’s actually unsweetened” Verbatim I thought that was so Poetical So deep I realize now how wrong I was Seven You wanted to teach me how to kiss Because I didn’t know how I was unexperienced Eight We were so cringy Looking back at it I thought this supposed to be it Calling you sweetheart and baby When you barely knew the real me You knew me but didn’t know My trauma What woke me up in the middle of the night What I dreamed of I longed for My passion that I woke up every day to do You didn’t know because I didn’t tell you Because you never asked Nine You met my mom Over video chat I ensured her that she would love you Just like I did I told her all the good parts of you And finally how happy I was with you You said you were so nervous But she didn’t think you were that bad Ten We wanted to meet up We were going to meet at Hyvee We planned it one day When my mom had to pick up her medication You were going to walk from your apartment while my mom went to the pharmacy While I waited by the bathroom Our plan was to have our first kiss Maybe introduce you to my mom Like we had both bumped into each other Eleven You were so much more attentive than Gabe I told you about him How he was my first real boyfriend How he didn’t care Or want to talk to me But you did And I thought That was fantastic Twelve I thought I was the apple of your eye But clearly I wasn’t Thirteen I got so many good poems out of you, it was crazy Fourteen Despite all the red flags I loved you Fifteen I was only fifteen
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You're consistent And my teenage dream But here I am No longer seventeen Our love is real But don't ask how I feel I always want what I can't have And I can have you so easily
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Gabe