Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

Friday night. Three a.m. Sitting at this desk writing; listening to Eminem. Tried to sleep, just a peep, thirty minutes even; anything to keep on going for the next twenty four hours. Eyes wide open, tears stream down like wet banners, drowning me in that feeling bursts from the depth of my chest. I scream and try to keep it quiet. Thats's what life feels like lately. That feeling that you just want to scream, wild and free at the top of your lungs, but all that comes out is a muted, stunted sound for fear of waking up those around you. Just an animal trapped in a narrow cage in a sound proof room. I really can't take feeling like this no more. I'm tired of being sad, angry, and glad. It's all mixed up. No one feeling ever lasts. It jumps, twists, turns and pumps. It's something new, yet familiar, and the destructive dance continues. This cycle is making me do things I never use to do. I smoke too much shisha; sometimes when shisha doesn't help I ...

To anyone whose talked shit about me and anyone I'm with and smiles in my face. "I'm livid today." These words have never been more true. "Trouble as the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say." Friendship doesn't mean shit between you and me. I shared my hotel room with you, some of my deepest thoughts, took a vacation with you all the while you talked shit behind my back and my former girlfriend uncomfortable to be anywhere around you and all the other fake people talking shit and smiling in our face in public. "Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique." I'm always down for a friend and too trusting in some cases. Ali and anyone whoever talked shit about me and jeapordized my relationships "keeping your distance would probably be best if you don't want to fuck with me." "Feels like this shit just got switched on me." I've been through this 3 times now and kept my silence. "You ...

                In   another life you could be whatever you wanted to   be.    No responsibility, no law to hold you down, no moral code if you so wished.   You could go wherever you wished, do whatever you wanted, you could be whoever you wanted to be.   You could be a youthful heir to a multibillion dollar empire.   The world at your feet, every whim served to you on a silver platter.   You could be a honest labor, working the day away, the power of creation and destruction found in the palm of your hand.   Only the people you answer to will have any control of the fate of your designs.   You could be an artist, molding, painting and shaping the world around you.   No one understands your inner turmoil, only the vague interpretations they offer with the criticism of your work.   You could be the preacher, spreading messages of faith and guidance to ...

We can do what we want, Everything is a choice. We choose how to act, To flip out, rejoice, be proactive, or react. What happens when we get lost? No longer quite sure if it's your heart that's the boss. Are we selling ourselves short for a hit of that crack? Just a touch of that short adrenaline snort? It comes in all shapes and sizes, Too many innocent disguises, That make you twist and turn as the confusion rises. The haze settles in, A recurring battle that we seem to never win, Maybe we should just skip ahead and let the heart ache set in? That would be so easy, To give up, Act sleazy, Maybe run the streets, Get a little teasy, Never believing just one would work on that still cracked, emotionally armoured, old soul. Time has passed, We do our best to plug in the holes. No one gets past the armour, No more than we allow. A deadly predator, a night cat on the prowl. Maybe we're just afraid to go that deep again, So we lie in bed unable to sleep again, Still feel the...

Silence. "What?" she asked from a little up above his face, making a curious face that could barley be seen in the dark. "Nothing," he replied. Silence... "This is bugging you isn't it?" she asked as she moved her hips in time to his. "What gave it away?" he asked sarcastically. "How awkward you are being about it, " she chuckled, giving away a hint of her slight accent in the darkness. "I'm not like every other girl." "Clearly," was all he replied. "Do all the girls react like that to you?" "React like what?" "Moaning, going wild. You know, the stuff you told me before..." she trailed off as she bit her lip and moved her hips faster. "Yup," he said curtly while listening to the sound of her wetness penetrating the relative silence of the room. "Well I'm different. I am a challenge. I don't really react, but it doesn't mean I...

If I could start my life from scratch, I wouldn't change shit. Lessons along the way changed my perspective, all of it, every little bit. The hurt, the pain, made me a man along the way. Make's me appreciate the way I live every day. People met along the way, love given, moments in time, memories all in a line. As the days zoom by, good things coming. You'll see.  You all there with me, even those gone, for reasons that are their own, those relationships that fell apart, ya'll still with me. Mom and pops, your shit didn't work out, but maybe it did.  Maybe this was meant to be. Your lessons live on, your teachings show in your son's.  That's me.  My little brother too, he my heart's closest homie next to you two. It's hard to find the words sometimes, but just know I'm grateful.  I don't hate you.  I want to thank you for helping me be me.  I couldn't be prouder of who I am, and who I will be. You reading this, just know th...

"What is it about a sunset that causes strange sensations in your head and your body? It's like you are just going through the day, riding the bus, or walking down the street and the minute you look at the setting sun, your mind gets the most peculiar sensation." Stretching from behind the massive computer monitor, Jacque couldn't help but look out the window and take in the golden rays of the setting sun for just a brief moment. "Its moments like these that make me wonder what is going on out in the world. No one can really know what is going on in other people's lives, we are only trapped in the world we see from our own point of view. To think right now as I type away my idle thoughts a father is teaching his son how to throw a ball down the street while the mother is inside watching from behind the slightly drawn curtain with a smile on her lips. In the next county a group of people could be meeting to discuss a common goal or idea. Somewhere acros...