by Gabrielle from the mountain of Demeter hear a plea of equity in my tears of hope for the entry ….my words are just words… prostrate to the one my visions rays of the nothing…spiraling into heaven fantasy of Elysium his shield had her name written on it the name…

tears for the colony tears for the industry tears of a monopoly I used to have visions of the future, premonitions often, they’d come true but I was called crazy for it then I decided I would accept the label of crazy only to secretly influence a willful collective destiny I…

**Her Empire of Dreams** by Gabrielle I tried to turn my waking nightmare into a story Into a sleeping night affair bright blue beam I dreamed it forever and it was beautiful I like to fly to the moon when I feel sad Im the bad witch but at least Im still free im…

what if we could turn all those misanthropists and psychologists into philanthropists and typologist on thoughts often ignored by apologists and agnostics to walk between the sidewalks touching cracks breaking mothers back on a fact that the hypothesis was a failed prognosis and that all swans are in fact black…

I’ll let you introduce yourself before the echos of your past mistakes haunt me with false embraces to a future that no longer exists for the doomed and fragile for the shattered angels go to the light, go go on child feel the wild nights feel alive once more walk out those shuttered doors and dance freely on the floor no…

The world is a terrible place although somehow some of us are still alive, but the ground shakes where ever we walk, and our hearts break when we hear our children Talking of a future that is no longer bright for them The world is a dark abysmal place I am…

I know the definition of madness its the opposite of sadness but means the same thing — a badass when alone in all your badness radical, being magic in the hospital staring at the halls from your chair, peeling the paint off the walls as the led peels off in waterfalls this is the new word…