Cassie G

Joined January 2021

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Attempting poetry and storytelling

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A non breakup-breakup nonet.
a breakup nonet that might not count I haven't one to talk about a world partial to found love even once it is lost
By Cassie Gabout a year ago in Poets
Mahalo!
Hello! Hello hello hello. This is a very in the moment writing- I’m currently sitting under a mango tree at work and absolutely giddy about receiving top story. Since I might be getting a few more views today, I just wanted to express my thanks for anyone who used their time to read it and possibly even my other stories (this one too lol!) Also, in a very quick manner, as I am on lunch break, I wanted to say a quick blurb about myself.
By Cassie Gabout a year ago in Writers
"How are you?"
Feelings of….feelings Not directly exuding a certain one They are convoluted Depressed? Certainly not. Just often melancholy
By Cassie Gabout a year ago in Poets
A benevolent act amongst vegetables. Top Story - July 2024.
Today the woman at the farmers market gave me my vegetables for half off. I wonder if she noticed how swollen my eyes were and remembered a time when hers were too. I had showered and put on some makeup to even out my complexion from crying all evening and morning, but I couldn't get rid of the puffy eyes so easily.
By Cassie Gabout a year ago in Writers
Chrysalis
I like to think of my childhood and teenage years as a different person altogether. Somewhere in a moment in time, I died. And I woke as the person I am now.
By Cassie Gabout a year ago in Poets
Sleepovers
I think I love sleepovers as an adult because I didn't have them often as a kid. It wasn't because my parents were too concerned about safety, but more out of embarrassment. My house wasn't… good. I don't even want to use the words "cluttered" or "dirty". It truly was scary sometimes. And when I say "scary" I don't mean for me really, but more for visitors and the idea of showing it to them. I had grown accustomed to the mold, darkness, deterioration, bugs, smell, clutter, and hazards. However, if I walked in as a stranger with no prior exposure to this type of lifestyle, I would be scared. Scared to sit and touch things, scared to put my feet on the ground, scared to use the pans in the cabinet.
By Cassie Gabout a year ago in Writers
Dead Flowers
She hangs the flowers to dry by her bed, adding a small nail to the wall for them to cling to. She picked up this habit from her childhood friend, she supposes, but maybe she would have done it anyways in this life. She has her fingers in the dirt frequently, after all. On some level the flowers represent the occasion on which they were given, but they also represent nothing. A last attempt to preserve memories any other way than digitally. As she falls into the void of blue light before bed, these worlds dance around her. Digital, conceptual, physical.
By Cassie G2 years ago in Poets
Do animals kill themselves?
Do animals kill them selves? I ask myself today, after hearing the news of your passing away. I sit by the river, and watch tadpoles swim, when this question is posed: “what’s so different about them?” How simple their life, to just be and exist. No questions or worries, no imposed purpose. How do we know the extent of life’s reach? What toll was given to the starfish dried up on the beach? Does a bird fly into a window caused by a lack of understanding, or because just like us, life became too demanding? Does a worm reject its needs and decide to quit trying- or did the sun beat too hot, and the ground began drying? What’s so different about humans that we see in such color, but life muddles the painting, and it begins to feel cluttered. How unfair that we were burdened with the privilege of self-awareness. What joy and sorrow that weighted gift bears us. Do animals kill themselves, I ask myself once more. Are we so different from them? I’m not really sure.
By Cassie G2 years ago in Poets
Can you please want me?
You’ve perfected the precise formula needed to fool them. And you’re serving it to them on a silver platter. You’re funny, smart, interesting. Impressive yet humble. Elusive yet inviting. Quiet yet talkative. You’re anything they need you to be right now. Are you yourself? Maybe. You’re not really sure.
By Cassie G2 years ago in Poets
Are You Questioning Your Religion?
Cant delete posts so just erased this one(: sorry
By Cassie G5 years ago in Humans
The Space
The frigid air fills everything here. It fills your lungs, starting at your lips and sharply diving into what feels like empty space behind your belly button. You have on a hat, but the air slips underneath it and into your ears. You hear the crunch of the frost beneath your feet with a clarity that you've only ever experienced during the night. Listening to only that for a while, you just walk. A glance over your shoulder every few steps to make sure nothing is following you. Then, your mind wanders, as it tends to:
By Cassie G5 years ago in Horror