Changing Perspective

A collection of some rather typical thoughts and feelings. I post my written work and that of others with occassional deviations from writing. Please give credit where credit is due, if you choose to repost anyone's work. Happy reading & writing!

[wannabeglacier]

Failure to hope

You've stepped where there is no stair.

You've taken a breath as your head went under.

You've locked yourself out.

Nothing matters except getting back in.

Fallen, drowned, banished from home.

Think about stepping, breathing, or opening a door again, coward.

by David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Queen

In a land like this,

A sea of my mind, and

An earth of my flesh, will

Only be still at the bay.

So, there she waits,

Seated in the Harbor's throne.

-David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Rhymed Star Flakes

I am floating in a black expanse spotted with miniscule stars like snowfall under an incandescent streetlight I am reaching out, but through my hands star flakes fall as though I have no arms at all And while I am a ghost of a man All I may do is thank my sight to perceive the depth of light’s might.

[wannabeglacier]

Like bench pressing on some crocodile. I'm done yet still pushing, I need this to work, even more than I need this bench, weird.

David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Meaning?

Find me, I am here. Why are you here? For some terse, Circular reason? David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Baseless

1st base 2nd base 3rd base Home plate Break up Where’s my home? And why does the scoreboard show no points?

-David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

All Natural with side-effects

This Love only comes in natural packaging! If torn do not consume!!! Biodegradable contents! Can be added to compost to be unrecognizable in only two weeks!  Our product is fed on an All-natural All-American diet of consisting of honesty, “giving a shit”--s and Freedom. Promotes levels of Oxytocin, Serotonin, and Dopamine during consumption represses levels of Cortisol ALLERGY WARNING: Consumption of contents may lead to thought. If you or partner(s) are prone to episodes of overthinking always remember we are not held liable for any damages. Addendum:  Withdrawal will occur, consult a physician for management of resulting Cortisol levels. -David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Hit that switch m8

You have turned off lights You are ending the long day Your friend gallops in The lights get turned on You are no longer so tired The lights are on, and They shine on both of you. By David Charles Gabriel 11/18/15

[wnq-writers]

let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

Lana Rafaela (via thesocietyofpoets)

Romanticize either. Hypocrisy in dissing poetry with poetry. Save yourself anyway.

[wannabeglacier]

Syllables in Suicide

I thought I'd felt numb. But now, even suicide and sleep hold no fun. David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Detection

I am approached by people Who ask me what I am doing As I walk parrallel to the surf Stopping ever so often To face the ocean, To wave around my oddly shaped stick To cause a chaos of footprints in my wake. Those who don't ask wonder: "Is he blind?", "Are his eyes grey underneath those aviators?", "Think he can really navigate using that thing?" They are answered, as I bend over reach into the water, and remove my glasses. My eyes are golden. -David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Staying Conscious

I woke in the afternoon Restful night left in ruin The air is humid and I did not sleep well I could have woken before noon But senseless dreams had more purpose than the incense of life. I woke thinking of glory yet each day's $tory dissapoints. Each day's path determined by an impressionable soul. A soul that is as lightweight as cash bills strewn in an unpredictable and dry wind. Whenever I wake, the wind blows harder. It sucks and Blows across my skin. It leaves me cold and dry. The wind comes from east as much as west, north as much as south. Some days my friends stand before me. They are my human shields. And as we discuss our dreams I watch the wind beat down on their backs. It leaves only the warmest standing. And in doing so surrounds me with the will to stay awake, conscious of my blessings.

[wordsnquotes]

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

Nikita Gill, “93 Percent Stardust” (via wordsnquotes)

Well rhymed

[wannabeglacier]

Light Pollution

Eyelids are heavy like guillotine blades. A steely execution keeps me from watching the moon tuck the earth into a night sky blanket. Besides, far too many streetlights are pretending to be stars, for me beg mercy of the sandman. -David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

How many never form?

A crystal begins with an atom desiring order with a second and may end with trillions upon trillions falling in line to its border. A lightning bolt begins with a stray electron leading the charge. It ends with a river of plasma surging forth by and large. A star begins with the first mote of dust to attract a second. And it shines when the total gravity of so many more must fuse them together. For every movement an idea is first held singularly. How many crystals, lightning strikes and stars never form? -David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

Your text here

Your text is right here Or at least it could have been Right after my truth. By David Charles Gabriel

[wannabeglacier]

How to Love.

Start to build your house by the sea, Where you can smell salt and feel free. Watch the tide rise and fall. Watch while it poses no threat at all. Start to board up the walls. The surfs up, the storm falls. Watch your half-done home Sink into sea, into foam. Pick up those pieces, along the shore Don't forget the memories you adore. Pick up those tools, Living inland is for fools. By David Charles Gabriel