Entries By Gabriel Alexander
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thread
A spool, A needle, and Thread.
Ravel, Unravelled, Woven white Thread.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 08.16.2011 @ 10:04 am
painted
Colour spewed upon a canvas In a basement, pipes Crawling along the ceiling Dripping moisture.
He sits Alone Content.
In love Not with a girl but with life
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 06.06.2011 @ 9:36 pm
chalkboard
Equations stacked on chalkboards Chalkdust like Fairydust, only More magical (or more profitable)
A cold basement, A mathematician. Alone
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 06.05.2011 @ 12:38 am
limo
He drove up in a limousine with Tinted windows wearing tinted shades
Hiding both from the sun and people.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 06.02.2011 @ 9:37 pm
backpack
It has been a long time Carrying your burdens and mine.
It has been a long time and my shoulders are sore
I am weary, but you need me. I will keep walking
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 06.02.2011 @ 4:10 am
remember
“Remember, remember, the fifth of November: The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should every be forgot.”
Violence, but is it dissent except perhaps a dissent of humanity Where, perhaps an idea is more important than life.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.30.2011 @ 3:50 pm
despair
A last resort The last, hidden Blade. Stolen From a sister’s Broken Razor.
A last hope or none at all As it all comes crashing down
A last tear.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.29.2011 @ 3:58 am
canteen
Fill our canteens, Sun hot overhead Sand hot in our boots.
Fill our eyes endless dunes Muzzles of our rifles Scorching in the sun.
Drink.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.26.2011 @ 10:25 pm
torch
A fire in my heart “Light my way,” I will ask. And you light my way.
The darkest hour, and you call out Flame in hand Ready to light me on fire
Ready to burn my heart and from the ashes Arise a new me With your torch as my heart Your fire as my passion.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.25.2011 @ 11:32 am
pretzel
Twisted, twined Salted or sweet Tossed and turned Hard or soft
Criss-crossed
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.22.2011 @ 5:19 pm
thief
Come back! That was mine…once Now I suppose it is yours. Take it, then. TAKE IT! I do not even want it any more. Run. RUN! I do not need you anymore.
I do not need you. I, alone, am me. (Come back…)
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.23.2011 @ 2:08 pm
domestic
Bruises on her cheeks And sunglasses after sunset. She says she stays for love but I think it is fear.
Posted By Gabriel Alexander On 05.20.2011 @ 2:57 pm
