http://slow.writerscafe.org/GabriellaMartin The original writings of author Gabriella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775244171 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}I imagined life to be by your side when you left i was horrifiedbeing unprepare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/2053416/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}Man i love you but you don’t love me the same all i ever do try but you just push m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/2040482/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}I wore black to my funeral todayMy mom crying and dad looking finei never thought i’d be in this casket lying here awakeLiving in this dream called fate letting my heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/2040475/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Rather left unsaid than left on read I have hard days tooIt seems im the only one tryingThis two-way road leads to no path of successLeaving us only a messI hate the void It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/2040474/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}i come home to an empty roomno pictures on my walls no room for you i let us go when you said to move on crying over the thought of us gonebut it’s for the better.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/2040473/ i remember tracing my fingers on your backtrying to fix those broken cracksyour dad left you and i'm no helpthe only way to heal you is if i go away. your the one i made love to during the day and the impact you left me, was something i couldn't replacei miss your laugh the most and the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1994257/ i don't know if you've ever heard me talk but i sound just like you.i sound like a monster the distance between us keeps me insane i was already driven to that place bound to become a threat to societywho will i be?a person who claims beauty is everything when it's not even in meit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1994251/ The words I've felt at the tip of my tongue Scream out of me, like bones in my lungs Nothing feels more relevant than the way I see it be Please, don't try to find meI'm not a word search in the los angeles timesmore yet a girl with a vast mindNot length but quantityThis surrealism is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1874228/ Oh misery No comprehending feeling I feel my breath seizing The need to be kept is disappearingMisery, your my wanderlust in the night Not in the day, cuz that's too brightNo need to wanna find youYou're always by my sideDistasteful is what you are in factWhy can't you cut me some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1874224/ i've been in these moments where I sit down to print something off my laptop. I know I have things to get done, yet i'm thinking of you,Of us, of the way you use to stroke my hair or the way you'd say my name when you were mad.All those moments just replay in my head. it's a nightmar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1843434/ Writing poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1758982/ The Devils water ain't so sweetI've never felt this feelingsBut if the Devils real then I have no where I wanna beI'd rather go to hell then be in room where people try too hard to find themselves.It Sounds harshI'm Done trying to be that girl that nobody really recognizes That book I re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1738936/ It was just a dream.I open my eyes and I ask how did this happen to me.I was scared to death. Couldn't catch my breath.The fears of my reality, only took a hold of me.The devil and demons. It all felt so real to me. But it was just a dreamI felt so small and weak. Walls turn red .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1700354/ I wake up & I smell cigarettes.My dad didn't put it out.So I have to jump out of bed & do it for him. I open my book and start on chapter 16 again. Nothing feels the same anymore. Ever since my brother left the door. My music in my speaker is the only thing that keeps me going. Or else.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1696453/ No knows what I think. I'm just going to be honest, no one's really interested me. and sometimes it hurts. but I know how to manage my time.I cant see anyone loving the future person I'll be. and to me it's okay. I'd rather spend my time painting my feelings then pretending to li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabriellaMartin/1696400/