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Here he come again. We don’t want him here and yet he hobbles up the creaking steps. Even they groan at his approach. Even if we didn’t see him coming, we would have known just who it was by the simple fact how he knocks and walks.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.28.2013 @ 12:46 pm


I am shivering. And it cannot be warded away by blankets because once the shivering subsides I begin to sweat and that won’t do either. So I lay there with the blankets curling around my body. The place that get cool fast, my feet, are covered the most but my stomach is still exposed.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.28.2013 @ 1:46 am


You say something and people don’t hear. Or is it that they don’t listen? But why should that keep you silent? Why should that daunt you? If you don’t say anything at all then people really won’t know what you have to say. At least when you are saying something you are not silent and you are not succumbing to them.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.27.2013 @ 5:38 am


I don’t want it. People keep saying it like I some how chose this. Since when? In what world? They need to focus on themselves and deal with their own “responsibility” because guess what I am not one of them or apart of this game.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.25.2013 @ 2:18 am


Tell you the truth. I don’t give much of a damn about the things you put in your ears these days. It’s like doing that makes you an automatic winner, a mistro or whatever other fancy name you want to put on it. Personally, I think we’ve lost the meaning of it all.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.24.2013 @ 5:40 am

It’s a lyrical type of thing that everyone likes to sing. But not everyone likes to sing all those types. Sometimes, all those types aren’t even considered musical let alone lyrical to half of all the other people. That’s art for you. I suppose.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.23.2013 @ 4:05 pm


Forget about it. Like it is ever going to actually happen. It is impossible to achieve. But I supposed it is also subjective to each person and what they believe. That is the trouble with perception, there is nothing that is actually factual and real. It is all subjected to our biases and our pasts and our demons and what we have all left.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.23.2013 @ 7:10 am


sweeping is a household activity that involves a broom and dirt. One must take the broom and hold it and make motions back and forth with your arms. A sweep is also when a baseball team wins all the games in a series in a row! WOW! That’s really great for a team. Sweeping also happens a lot in other countries. It is a common household item through out the world.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.16.2013 @ 2:28 pm


Is near, Sometimes we don’t know it, but it is. Maybe one day we’ll get to the point that everything we do will turn out well before the end does come, because it seems that people don’t live as they should anymore, and die before they actually had a chance to do the things they’ve always wanted to do.


» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.13.2013 @ 2:41 pm


I don’t know why they always thought it was the rulers or those who were given the “divine providence” it has obviously always belonged to those of the people. The society’s desires and wishes. That is all that there is. And we are the ones who rule this joint.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 02.12.2013 @ 6:51 pm


Our life has been listed out for us like a script. There is a beginning and end and climax. We just don’t know it yet. The stage is dark and we stand behind the curtains awaiting for when we step out and begin. We move according to a plan: Fate. God. Destiny. Whatever you want to call it.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 02.11.2013 @ 7:22 am


It was a feeling that has been expressed a thousand different way since the beginning of time. So people assert that animals do not have it, but then that also implies that us, humans (animals) also don’t know love. I think this is more possible than lower species not knowing love. We know love, but we reject it.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 02.09.2013 @ 12:21 pm


That’s not right. “They’re wrong” I thought in my head. Looking at the receipt, I knew that they were lying. I could see it in their eyes. “I want my money back!” But they just stared, like they always do.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 10.20.2012 @ 5:13 pm


adding things together, mixing, crushing. shifting sifting. mixing colours, baking. pouring stirring grinding,, electric beaters,

» Posted By Gabrielle On 10.02.2012 @ 7:50 pm


The homestead claim is what was another word for property it is also meaning as in taking something. like for instance he tried to claim my dollar if it had fallen out of your pocket and he found it. one time my big sister tried to claim that it was my turn to empty the dishwasher, my mom and dad gives us chore we have to do every day before they get home.I really dont

» Posted By gabrielle On 09.20.2012 @ 8:20 am


I knew the principal was staring right at the back of my neck, just as he always had since that night. The one night. Homecoming. We were alone in his car, just after the dance had ended. It started as a simple “Julie, do you need a ride home?” I nodded, looking around and trying, in vain, to find my “date”.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 07.29.2012 @ 3:38 pm


It all happened so fast. The car was there one second, and gone the next. Cliche, I know, but It’s riveting how it all happened. The images flashed throughout my mind like a gif from some teenage girls tumblr page. Before I knew it the ambulance had already arrived. Five, actually. Everything was so hectic; traffic was insane, the police and firetrucks were everywhere. I took one of the ambulances into my line of vision; they pulled out three stretchers; holy shit, I thought to myself. Did i really just witness this? As I got entangled within my thoughts, a police officer scared the living shit out of me by knocking on my window, gesturing for me to roll it down.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 07.18.2012 @ 12:10 pm


She turned the knob slowly, fearing what was on the other side. She had found this abandoned house purely by chance, stumbing upon in on one of her usual late night walks. With the insomnia she’d developed when she was twelve, she tended to be out late.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 07.13.2012 @ 6:05 pm


cars wind speed fireworks love. he kissed me under the fire works. The journalist hung by her wrists. Camera long discarded into a corner. Prisoners of war. the night of capture. walking quickly under the dimly lit street. looking for that story. help wasn’t coming. until the door was broken down and he walked in

» Posted By gabrielle On 07.01.2012 @ 11:33 pm


I pulled my hood over my head in an attempt to sheild my face from the downpour of rain. It blinded me, blending with my tears, and blurring my vision. I couldn’t see anything but the blur of headlights and the sound of car horns and trains. I realized that I now have absolutely no place to go. I can’t go home because I don’t have one. I can’t retreat to the warm comfort of a friend’s house because I have lost that now. I can’t even return to the solitude of my own mind because I am questioning my sanity. I finally realize my problem. I don’t know this world. My eyes burned with tears and my nose filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. I pulled my hoodie closer to by body, attempting to wrap it completely around myself, to block out this world. This world of scorn and destruction. A world without sugar coating. Everything is misunderstood, settling like fog in the minds and lives of people. Simple mistakes and misjudgements comming to ruin all happiness. This is the story of my life. Eight years ago, my mom and I moved into this small apartment in New York City. Our landlord was probably a pot smoker, and allowed pretty much anything. I used to hate it when I came home to the smell of smoke in the hallway, and have to pull open the heavy apartment door to find my mom in a daze. It felt like we lived on different planets. I had my world, and she had hers. It was a rare time when we could just talk, enjoying the rare company of a commonly seen person. As I sit here on the damp sidewalk next to the rainy seattle bus sign, I begin to wonder what it would have been like if I never asked for more. If I would have stayed on the path I was walking on, trying to overcome the obstacles in my way, and savoring what little warmth did wander on my trail. I pulled my duffle bag onto my lap and used the cuff of my sweatshirt to wipe my eyes. I guess I’ll never know what would have happened if I stayed. If I never left Mom.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 04.04.2012 @ 7:11 pm


The funny thing was that the petition was changing something. Lilly always thought that they were a huge waste of time. They didn’t do anything, ever, and usually the government just rolled their eyes and ignored the message. This time was different. The leaders were advocating for the end of the practice of arranged marriage.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 03.13.2012 @ 12:41 pm


What does professional mean anymore? It just stands for what the word expects.But everybody has their own expectations. I say the hell it being professional. we need tobe ourselves. We souldnt have to act a certain way because it seems “fitting”

» Posted By gabrielle On 03.05.2012 @ 5:03 pm


Relate to my mate about all that i ate
I hate writing and lack of sleep
this may not make sense but is kinda cool
I don’t know what to say but I did just get back from the pool
I was at the ymca
so folks sweat but I swim
I enjoy this thought process of lack there of
its stress free and somewhat me.
How do I know how much time I have
I guess it just matters what I create
but don’t get me wrong I have good traits.
Now I know this sounds crazy
and this poem is missing some sort of rythme
but at this time it is simply making sense.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 10.21.2011 @ 10:06 am


I have free rights. I have free will. I am free to do as I please. So that doesn’t give you the right at all to force me to do what you want. I am not your toy to please. I am not some girl you can just push around and then forget about. I am more than that. I am more than enough of what you think.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 08.25.2011 @ 3:42 pm


My heart – every time I thought of you, every time I remembered the words you said to me – it sank. I remember that day like it was yesterday, I couldn’t not remember that day.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 08.23.2011 @ 8:40 am


I am not a failure. I will climb up that tall, steep mountain. I will struggle and struggle until I get there. I will get hit by rocks so many time and run into a thousand obstacles, but I will keep going until I succeed. I will succeed.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 08.17.2011 @ 7:41 pm


repeat the times you’ve told me things you never promised were true but i just assumed i guess… please say it changes!

» Posted By gabrielle On 08.16.2011 @ 10:29 pm

No matter how many times I repeated my words, nobody could hear a word I said. It was like I was invisible. I was in my own little closed up box, where I was screaming as loud as I could to the people around me.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 08.16.2011 @ 6:02 pm


Our relationship was held together, like a thread of yarn. We were managing, but we were slowly coming apart. Just wearing away.

» Posted By Gabrielle On 08.15.2011 @ 8:35 pm


Stare at the wall for sixty seconds. Then, remember what you’ve done and tell yourself you can always do better. Punishments are good they create self control.

» Posted By gabrielle On 08.15.2011 @ 3:57 am

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