All the tea and twinkling stars
couldn’t put me down
so I lit a joint and took a walk
around my sleeping town
I wandered home slightly more cold
but still not ready for bed
so I laid down and rested my eyes
when I could not rest my head
Insomnia on a cold night Monday, Jan 31 2022
life is a jumbled poem and the late night write and tok@gail by me, can't sleep, city style, crap writting, I cant sleep, insomnia, lost nights, poem, poems, poetry, rubbish, shorts 5:52 am
In my head I’m a Writer Friday, Jun 7 2019
life is a jumbled poem and the late night write and tok@gail insanity, life, notes, poetry, shorts, wine 4:12 am
I, in my head, was a writer.
Though not on paper, on paper I was A mad woman.
A sullen teenager, crying my woes into a stream.
A 29 year old, drunk, stoned and nostalgic.
But in my head I’m a writer.
No title for you bitch. Your weak! Friday, Apr 22 2016
life is a jumbled poem and men suck and tok@gail 5:05 am
You pick me up and shuffle me like cards,
Found the stab wound and replicated the insertion with the Precision of a trained surgeon.
You are the the whole in my boat.
Here I thought I could make it out here alone,
never tricked myself into thinking I was over you,
rather I created a nice safe Isolated island.
Which you have now dropped napalm on.
I can see this fire burning
And I can also see it smoldering out.
Nothing left but ash and rubble.
I can closely relate to that poor decaying pile.
It raged once,
It engulfed and incinerated anything it was set upon,
But now is nothing more then a pile of that it once was.
But I still tend the fires and sweep the rubble,
I still walk to the beach.
I still jam out in the garden.
I still am forgotten
I still haven’t forgotten how I feel for you.
And I’m beging to think I never will.
As you pull back onThe knife in my back i Have to smile
Cause you pulled it out.
It’s not fair the way people fall in love with out warning,
like it’s a fairy tail,
no it’s more like a Horry film, on the history channel.
Think war,
Dirty full of problems with pretty scarfs hanging all around,
to shroud the debauch and immoral things going about under all of it.
Love is a lie and often hurts and needs to things in my opinion. 1. A warning label or maybe some awareness.
And 2. An off button, fire one brain says no and heart says yes. We need a button for that.
That is all she wrote folks.
Thank you, don’t know why any of you subcribe to be honest but thank you none the less.
Abby outi =^.^=©
Dear marry jane. Monday, Sep 14 2015
tok@gail 420, marry jane, poem, poetry 5:50 am
Dear marry jane, please help me warm my soul.
There’s a demon inside me fighting to take control
And the sun is low,
My room is oh so cold.
Please marry jane,
Help me get threw this late night debacle.
the Nightfucker Prologue and chapter 1 draft Monday, Feb 2 2015
storys and tok@gail draft, female's, story 1:36 am
Before I start this story, dear reader there i something you must know. Some fairy tails about love do not end with happily ever after. Sometimes tho it is arguably the strongest emotion the outcome is not always the happiest but worth the battle non the less. Love is our biggest weakness and most powerful asset as humans. That said love doesn’t come with warning but our story did. so shall we go on?
Irritation aggregation. Friday, Nov 21 2014
life is a jumbled poem and life stuff and tok@gail shorts 4:58 pm
There comes a point where one can’t push down their feelings any longer.
Anger clouds their vision. thoughts like rain and hail wiping around, bombarding your judgement with quick wips their then gone.
Confusion setting in, rash decisions may be made.
This storm is your own making.
-End
=^.^=
A quote by me on quote by someone eles. Thursday, Nov 6 2014
life is a jumbled poem and life stuff and tok@gail my original quotes, quotes, shorts 1:34 am
When The enemy of my enemy, is my friend
and one has only enemy’s.
You tend to make friends everywhere.
=^.^=©
please forget me Saturday, Oct 4 2014
life is a jumbled poem and tok@gail love, men, poem, rant, sadness 6:43 am
I died once, you brought me to life. I can remember the smile you gave to me, Knowing the light in my eyes was the happiness only we had. Real love, like they read they young ones in fairy tails To stave the nightmares…That was just yesterday, to girl inside my head. Do you remember the night terrors id wake from? Do you remember the look that made it all better? I want to look at you like that so bad, To kiss you on the check and leave you in peaceful slumber. To make it all go away, like the memory of us was just a bad dream. If you ever loved me If you believed that I could give you something no one else could The please give me this, Only you can. Please forget our past and be happy Kiss that girl and look into her eyes and smile.
More unfinished work. Saturday, Oct 4 2014
life is a jumbled poem and tok@gail poems, rant, rubbish 6:32 am
There’s 2 cats and a kitten
This ambian is kickin
Ideas keep flip flip flippin in my mind
My fingers aren’t tap tap tapping ontime.
Quick jots in rare spots are always the best and barley get to be continued.
-To be continued =^.^=
Mini journal. Thursday, Sep 25 2014
life stuff and tok@gail 6:07 am
Writing Its all i ever hung onto as a craft,
Smoking pot really isnt a craft, tho if it was id be a expert.
I judge my writing to little and to much at the same time.
So much room for expansion and improvements,
Yet im stuck in a over regurgitated jumble of a cliche.
I also need to be more diligent.
Journaling used to be my one constant but i feel like if i write a catch up and say with it day to day it only be solid proof of everything i held dear thats gone. Soild proof of exactly how fuck my current stage of life is.
Oh writing you vex me so. I just cant quit you.
the writing desk 