Comments Posted By Gabrielle
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» Posted By Gabrielle On 05.13.2010 @ 8:22 am
what does being rich do any good for anything? what does money prove? what does it share? what does it give? what is it anyways?
» Posted By gabrielle On 05.12.2010 @ 1:33 pm
stand tall, stand proud, standing ovation, standing applause, standing, wondering where i’ve been, where you are, where we come from, where, where, where, stop. and star at the stars. peeekaboo
» Posted By gabrielle On 05.11.2010 @ 7:36 pm
rolling hills, i’m in the passenger seat, green grass and worn fences, the sun shines down, the breeze is a cold heat touching our skin, the music is the background to cover the beating hearts, this is beautiful
» Posted By gabrielle On 04.15.2010 @ 6:45 pm
unity and clarity, a simple, elegant being of which I derive my thoughts
the ocean swirls up my flesh to a bit of nothing that takes with it my soul.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 04.13.2010 @ 1:49 pm
sandwiches… ohhh no no no no noooooo
mom’s sandwiches just taste better, real, full of love!
staring out my window on this very beautiful day. I see clouds, sun, trees, cars pass by, the rustling of leaves is ever present.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 04.14.2010 @ 3:55 pm
curllllllllling my tongue. which i cannot do.
your curly hair bounces in the wind. red. perfect. you porcelain doll.
i wrote you a poem. or a song? it could be anything really.
it’s about you. us. and the love we soon to share.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 04.12.2010 @ 1:05 pm
do you wear it like your mother told you to wear it? long, shiny, blonde, waxed. pulled back to show your eyes, the heart of your soul.
do not lose yourself in the dreams of another. regain your wisdom, your strength.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 04.11.2010 @ 5:58 pm
The vine was ripe with fruit. They were harvested by three farmers wearing overalls. It was a beautiful summer morning, the sun high in the sky and the air not quite hot enough to cause a sweat by merely being outdoors.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.16.2009 @ 10:58 pm
moly jesus christ look at you in the sky. you ask time and time again when will I be saved. I say to you, when you save yourself. when you, yourself save, yourself. there is no god above there is no jesus christ. all we have is ourselves, what is tangible what is real, what you can FEEL. inside you emotions, feelings, oh pinch me is this real? it is, it is no joke. it is living it is life. yo’ve got only one. to live.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 04.08.2010 @ 7:17 pm
i think of london and all people going by the subway.. i also think of rome and going by the subway to the next stop… it’s dark and crowded, kind of scary actually.. where am i to go? i’m not used to subways since i live in a smaller otwn
» Posted By Gabrielle On 03.25.2009 @ 4:24 pm
there isn’t a time where my mouth becomes startled by the absence of your kiss. the length of which the saliva builds at the brim of nothingness and is left to dwell between the meat of my lips is only a moment left
» Posted By gabrielle On 11.03.2008 @ 8:01 pm
So dead, so ugly
On the shelves in Fred Meyer
I hurry past on the way to the milk
Not caring that appearances are deceiving
Not caring what it will change to come spring
Right now I need my groceries
And have no time for potential beauty
» Posted By Gabrielle On 10.19.2008 @ 11:32 pm
high above the earth i soar, wondering what these wings are for. they bring no food to nourish me, i wonder for what they could be? yes, it’s joyful up here, true, but i’m alone and without you. the truth i guess is even with wings, i’d rather be doing other things.
» Posted By gabrielle On 10.07.2008 @ 6:33 pm
why don’t you keep asking me? what is it that makes you want to ask me over and over again so badley…why don’t you just stop asking
» Posted By Gabrielle On 08.18.2008 @ 5:53 pm
9 plus one equals 10 plus two kids equals hell.
» Posted By gabrielle On 05.26.2008 @ 6:15 am
paper, crackling, fire veural tendencies. lifeless nights and dry pillows, the cold that sleeps under me.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 05.05.2008 @ 1:43 am
the playing cards ay there on the table. they have been there for quite some time. that’s what we were doing right before it happened. we were playing poker. well, i was being taught how to play. i still dont get the concept. my hand is thrown on the floor, i panicked when i heard the sirens.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 11.15.2009 @ 10:20 pm
the candy is sweet and strong. something that could only be found in the smallest and oldest of schops. i cant believe i found it here. the sugar itself is made from a very fine plant, not easily found here. the old woman running the shop was the sweetest woman i had ever seen. kind of like the one from that board game. candyland i think it was.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
in the spotlight I seldom go but have been on occasion in the past, it’s light is harsh it hurts my eyes and my sensibilities because of the scrutiny of the audience, backstage is more familiar and soothing
» Posted By Gabrielle On 11.24.2009 @ 4:03 pm
the spotlight was glowing, large and obtrusive through the open window on that cold sunny night. There her reflection shown against the far wall and the smoke from her cigarettes was a whisper in the light.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 11.23.2009 @ 10:25 pm
i cant get a handle on my life right now. everything is flip flopped and mish mashed. i cant study, i cant do my homework, i cant even read fro christ sakes! and i cant even utter an intelligent sentence to the guy of my dreams. it just comes out as a lame comment about math.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 11.19.2009 @ 8:18 pm
the lake was always thought to be eternal, something that would be there our whole lives. when we returned this summer, we found it to be drained. the government took the water due to all of the water shortages and the lack of rain, as well as the increase in heat. the earth was dying, and our lake was gone forever.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 11.18.2009 @ 6:46 pm
Zoey had never really thought about eternity. She didn’t like the sound of it, not really; staying the same age, forever, while your friends and family grew old and died sounded depressing. Plus, being a necromancer, not dying was kind of an insult to the God of Death.
She was starting to wonder why death felt suspiciously like immortality.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 11.18.2009 @ 5:21 pm
» Posted By gabrielle On 12.03.2009 @ 5:40 pm
I once stuck a fork in the outlet and that was an issue, though I had a nice view of the water: it was a sunny little outlet where the rays shone on every bit of grass. Only school hadn’t let out yet and I wanted to badly to
» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.29.2010 @ 3:05 pm
Hooked is not the word for it. Addicted is more like it. Hoooked implies an innocent little infatuation with it, but addiction is so much worse. Addiction becomes a part of a person’s being. It can destroy a life, and consequently, the ones around it.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 01.19.2010 @ 5:25 pm
survive. help. need help. survivor. i want to survive this life. but i need help. i dont know what to do. help. please. i can survive this. i think.. idk.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 10.05.2009 @ 9:52 pm
soothing, it has the effect that amkes me feel calm safe and loved. i like a blanket of warmth and goodness. i feel so safe. it smells like home, of mint, of cookies, of a friendly chilhood memory
» Posted By Gabrielle On 10.01.2009 @ 2:42 pm
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We are all like globes: spherical, colorful, but still, poor representations of our true selves.
» Posted By Gabrielle On 02.20.2010 @ 9:56 am