Gabrielle Neavin

Joined January 2021

11 stories

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To Shine Your Bright Light is the Sacrifice and the Gift.

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Love is Blind
You say you want Love You want validation I know this to be true Because I see myself in you You wouldn't know what Love is
By Gabrielle Neavin9 months ago in Poets
The Alchemy of an Injury
Remember that night I laid next to you in the dark? My head nestled in the crook of your arm... you traced the edge of my ribs
By Gabrielle Neavin10 months ago in Poets
Flame
A true friendship-turned-love - That’s all I want; Irreproachable, A foundation constructed From patience, faith And a willingness to persevere;
By Gabrielle Neavin4 years ago in Poets
Here As Earthlings
Here as Earthlings in order to uphold civility we treat each other savagely Our engagement with this land is tragedy and we deflect our responsibility
By Gabrielle Neavin4 years ago in Poets
The Wave Summoner
I glide, arms outstretched no board, all boogie I've attuned to the rhythm of the waves What is chaos for most becomes the way to freedom
By Gabrielle Neavin4 years ago in Poets
Hue & Me - a colorful self-portrait
My eyes are blueish-green depending on what I'm wearing and how I feel that day about assigning meaning to objectively meaningful things.
By Gabrielle Neavin5 years ago in Poets
My Hands
My hands are small and beautiful They’ve written poetry through heartbreak and colloquiums in undergraduate school They’ve crafted thousands of loaves
By Gabrielle Neavin5 years ago in Poets
Reflective Pull
Sunshiny mid-morning skies And warm salty breezes swaddle me Like Grandma Annie’s afghan blanket On a cold Ohio morning In the bright blue horizon
By Gabrielle Neavin5 years ago in Poets
Uncovering True Love
I had just touched the rim of my Merlot glass to my lips when the doorbell rang. "He's finally here," I thought to myself as I set my glass down on the end table next to my books. I hadn't been this excited in months; my belly effervesced with anticipation as I headed toward the front door.
By Gabrielle Neavin5 years ago in Humans
The Beauty of Calamity
The Beauty of Calamity I live at the cross-section of homelessness and gold-plated bridges I train my physical body daily, but I'm no longer running-
By Gabrielle Neavin5 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet Sensation
I want to make you feel good But I will not stroke your Ego for you anymore You know what they say You never really appreciate
By Gabrielle Neavin5 years ago in Poets