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Gingerly, I set my trembling foot upon the break pedal. Coming to a slow halt, my little Honda Fit purred her approval. “What are you doing, Gabi?!” my father shouted from the passenger seat, “Green means go!” Behind me, cars screamed, honking like vibrant metal gangsters. Beside me, my father shouted, filling my tiny mobile space with his huge anxiety. “But,” I said, “I want to stop.” And so I did.

Posted By Gabi On 03.06.2013 @ 6:43 pm

knock, who’s there? It’s the gabi you want to be and she wants you to get the fuck off your ass! You spend all day sleeping,eating and on youtube. ALL DAY. I know what will make me happy and excited about life, so why dont I do it? Just do it.

Posted By gabi On 02.27.2013 @ 5:16 pm

My face against this wall against your face, cold like the untouchable moon. Warm, but for this concrete ocean stepping foot alongside foot alongside foot and creating, thus, such an irreverent, ungodly distance between us…

Posted By Gabi On 02.03.2013 @ 1:59 pm

Ahead, there is a little boy with a ferocious appetite and an abounding joy. He runs to me, and I so deliver my maternal affections: “Samuel.” But, are you there? I don’t know.

Posted By Gabi On 01.26.2013 @ 7:54 am

five finger at one hand. five ideas come, as the perfect number five stumbles down the path of life, I create the meaningfull six and I feel guilty for I am the creator of life and death. and i lost my inspiration and I feel a little empty. Am I five or am I six? five and six ans seven

Posted By Gabi On 12.17.2012 @ 5:05 pm

An aesthetically beautiful month, but mine are filled with regrets. I can’t go back. Summer hasn’t been a time to look forward too in a while.

Posted By Gabi On 12.07.2012 @ 8:52 pm

That’s where we met. It was cold outside, warm inside. The books smelled old, but their content was arbitrary, disappointing. Like you. I wanted something better. Something better for such a story. Instead, I got nothing.

Posted By Gabi On 11.24.2012 @ 4:15 pm

i need a fresh start open to my heart love is not an art a science trys its part to be the person you are weve all been torn apart help to try to start fresh is hard to part

Posted By gabi On 10.10.2012 @ 7:30 pm

People think that they have a claim to something. That a piece of land or a cow or worse, a person, belongs to them. This is totally a societal thing, because to claim that somebody can be claimed or even an object can be claimed lets us assert an absurd amount of fake dominance. This is purely to make us feel better.

Posted By Gabi On 09.19.2012 @ 8:13 pm

They weren’t sure of what was going on, but as they looked around them at the pleased grins people sent their way, they knew it was good. It was an ecstatic feeling, really, something like /belonging/. They never thought they’d get this sort of response, but now that it was over, they didn’t regret it one bit.

Posted By Gabi On 08.11.2012 @ 11:40 am

The icing on the cake was pink. Pink, like her favorite color, the one that she was told not to love by the spite of boys. A color she continued to love not because she was obligated to, but because the bold pink shine suited her oh so well. The icing was pink, while all her friends were blue, but they could never understand.

Posted By Gabi On 07.22.2012 @ 3:30 pm

haff a bucket struck my lucky mucked up fun banana chunder hum drum my loam chum. kick a fisky one if you want this much fun.

Posted By gabi On 07.09.2012 @ 1:14 am

Shishido looked down at his toast and scowled. It was plain, which was better than having butter on it, but there was no jam anywhere to be seen. Frustrated, he glanced up and down the table until–there. The small rack of different jams.

But because his luck seemed to be against him, it was entirely out of his reach; there was no one near the jam close enough to pass it to him. Yet he didn’t even have to glance at Choutarou, who was sitting two seats down, and the much larger teen had leaned as far as he could and used his reach to grab just the pot Shishido wanted.

“Thanks,” he murmured, trying to think nothing of the fact that Choutarou knew exactly what type of jam he took on his toast.

Posted By Gabi On 06.06.2012 @ 6:09 pm

akon decided being a convict wasnt as fun as he thought. He gave up rap and hip hop and decided to finish college and become a doctor for people with disabilities. he went far in life. and is now rich.

Posted By Gabi On 06.01.2012 @ 4:35 pm

It is hard to be the leader. People expect you to always know what to do and where to go. But the leader needs someone else to guide them on the right path. They can’t always be the one leading the group. It takes a whole group to lead. Everyone has different views and opinion that benefits the group. Leading isn’t always easy, and that’s what makes the leader someone to look up to, and someone to help as well.

Posted By Gabi On 05.25.2012 @ 4:08 pm

short temper, madness, anger, ignorance. Emotions people cant control when furious. They get irritated and hate everyone, it happens when they are pissed off or things dont go the way they want. It tells how long it will take until a person explodes with anger and fury. A fireball ready to explode. Like a volcano bursting with lava, with no warning.

Posted By Gabi On 03.25.2012 @ 5:58 pm

a person who stands tall and holds respect. a person who one can respect and who one can love. a person that looks regal and acts that way to without seeming overpowering or overbearing or just plain rude. a professional is not necissarily the man in the briefcase or the woman in the suit or the lawyer or some person going to work. a professional is exactly that. they are an expert in their given field and driven by a sense of passion, want and desire

Posted By Gabi On 03.05.2012 @ 7:22 pm

I’ve been cursed with the newbie syndrome where it is painfully evident that I don’t know how to use this thing yet. That being said, I find it rather enjoyable.

It’s turning darker purple. The curse of time.

Posted By Gabi On 02.20.2012 @ 3:53 pm

The first thing that comes to mind is Ella Enchanted. She was cursed with obedience as a baby and has no choice but to follow all orders that are given to her. That really sucks for Ella.

Posted By Gabi On 02.20.2012 @ 3:51 pm

I think of drug patents and how unfair they are for AIDS patients in the third World. As the companies have patents, the drugs cant get to the people who really need them. I think they are good sometimes but at other times they are racist.

Posted By Gabi On 11.08.2011 @ 6:12 pm

Autumn is my favorite season because it has a sense of nostalgia to it. The trees are red and orange or yellow, the air feels pure inside your lungs, fashion trends are usually pretty wearable and nice and the weather is not too hot nor too cold :)

Posted By gabi On 11.08.2011 @ 2:21 am

scout the grout for the remnants of the vegetable ragout i made last night while i was in a semi-conscious state, i woke up at 2 am and i was hungry, and i stood in the kitchen and cooked and flipped the frying pan onto the floor

Posted By gabi On 10.14.2011 @ 2:35 pm

Compassion means caring for others in a way that makes them feel like they aren’t alone. Compassion is something that connects humans to other humans and helps them through their suffering. Compassion is having feelings of love or longing for something or someone.

Posted By Gabi On 10.13.2011 @ 11:24 pm

Suceed. Need it, want it, live for it. Must succeed. It is the only way to impress the ones around me. The only way I will appear to be a useful human being, suceed.

Posted By Gabi On 08.17.2011 @ 12:13 pm

Sewing. Spindle. Rqpinzle. Pillow. Needle. Blanket. Clothes. Fiber. Becky. Attach. Create. Mom. Stitch. Kindergarten

Posted By Gabi On 08.15.2011 @ 10:05 pm

Thread, thin, golden thread. Memories of young days sewing. Sewing, a childhood dream. Crumbled in my fingers. Fingers, thin and wrinkled. Always were, always will be. Holding hands, grab my hands, tie my hands, bind my hands, with thread.

Posted By Gabi On 08.15.2011 @ 12:01 pm

Discovery is a window. It is unlocking a door. It is feeling your breath catch, your eyes widen, and your horizons becoming a little more wide. Discovery is life as intended.

Posted By Gabi On 08.12.2011 @ 7:39 pm

There was a big black lock on the door, a heavy padlock. I always was scared to touch it, even if I had the key, which I didn’t always have, since I thought it was made of lead. I assumed it was cold when the weather was cold and hot when it was hot out. It took me a while to realize that people’s hearts weren’t supposed to work that way.

Posted By gabí On 08.05.2011 @ 11:16 pm

The bird was so cute. It laid a nest outside of our house. He thought it was charming how the papa bird would stay with the eggs–and later babies–in the nest while the mother went out to find food. When our dog killed the father, though, we knocked down the nest with a broom and ate some very delicious dove stew for dinner.

Posted By gabí On 08.02.2011 @ 9:27 pm

and lightning. it was a rainy day and the clouds were shining like diamonds in a cold winter sky. zeus was in the sky pondering his involvement in the matters of his family. should he befriend his brother and other brother and be a united forve against the titans. or should he stand strong and be independent to lead the fight on his own.

Posted By Gabi On 07.26.2011 @ 8:57 pm