StrikeTheMadness

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Closing In by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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Closing In

Wait, And you will see The wrath a Woman scorned Can bring. You wanted the girl But couldn’t take the woman, And you can’t choose between One and the same. She’s a patient lioness, Wise and true And hurt. She is tested. She is wild, Loyalty abused, Lied to. She’s waiting to take back What is hers From you. She’s a patient lioness, Eager to slowly Tear through you To get her heart back, Confidence slightly renewed. You will see.

Not Knowing by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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Not Knowing

I've been quiet But not thoughtless, Just stuck without words To illustrate; Afraid to open up And say it. It's hard to admit That you're scared of your future With the person you love, The person who loves you Even more. You can't confess that. Not to them, Not to the people That you're trying to prove The existence of sanity to, Not to yourself. You can't because you're afraid To go on without your love. I don't know what I want, But I can't lose him. Fear keeps my thoughts Anchored at bay, Our desires keep the Sails full, Pushing me through Another day, Dragging the anchor along, Still trying to figure out Which direction to go And what

Two Extra Legs by StrikeTheMadness, literature

Don't Doubt by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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Don't Doubt

There's too many players And not enough takers To be man enough To stand up And say, “I'll take her And only her.” But he told me That he would. He wants me, But my mood-altering dreams Are getting the best of me, Now I don't want to lose what I have But I don't even know if I want it. My young self is restless, But birds don't fly backwards, And neither do I. I've learned From my regrets; From fulfilling fantasies, Making dreams come true, But not with one exclusively. That's how my problems grew. So now those other men may tempt me, But in the end It's my man whose got me. So I'll pencil him into my life, But he better never

Hustle On by StrikeTheMadness, literature

Reintroduced to Pieces of My Reality by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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Reintroduced to Pieces of My Reality

It’s been a while But I remember this feeling. Anxiously alert, Intimidated by obvious irrationality, Defenses compromised by magnetic drama And the very real parts of life That I’ve found myself a part of. Then there’s this compulsion to create. Various mediums and tools And opportunities are all around me, Along with the surround sound of screams And dead-air static. Whispers from around corners, Pens begging me to use them Until they can’t give any more. I keep looking down, Staring back at blank pages, Waiting to see who’ll win This restless night. I can’t help marveling At how intertwined the Madnes

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Closing In by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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Don't Doubt

Hustle On by StrikeTheMadness, literature

Reintroduced to Pieces of My Reality by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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Reintroduced to Pieces of My Reality

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An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem) by StrikeTheMadness, literature

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An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)

The writing is nothing When everything feels wrong. Wordless, Awake at night. Blind eyes wide open In search of sleep, Ambien Animating darkness. False silhouettes, Don’t pray for me. I’m not a child; The memory of who you wanted me to be. Sorry, I’m not perfect. I’m only human, Ready to fall Down, down, down, (Even buildings eventually collapse.) Sweet insanity, My Darling, If you are drinking to forget, You might just end up remembering The woes of the world. No big deal. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. Sanity is an illusion, Tragedy is beautiful.

An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)

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About StrikeTheMadness

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Artist // Professional // Literature

Nov 21
United States
Deviant for 10 years
strikethemadness.com
She / Her

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My Bio

Gabhriel's goal in life is to connect with people through self-expression. Her passion is writing poetry that will make you think twice and slap you in the face with some reality, waking you up and opening your eyes. Her hobby is creating art that will make you tilt your head to the side and either stare, laugh, or wonder what is wrong with her. Music inspires her, reminding her how to truly listen and appreciate audible beauty and strength.
As a youth, Gabhriel received attentions of viral proportions with a series of random, off the wall YouTube videos. Today she's moving further away from the goofy videos, and deeper into a quest to be taken seriously as a writer, artist, and individual.

Check out her official website.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Modest Mouse, Animal Collective, Iron & Wine, Kid Cudi, The Flaming Lips, Danger Doom, The Marleys, Louis Armstrong, Foster the People.

Favourite Books

Love is a Dog From Hell, Factotum, Ham on Rye, Art of War, Animal Farm,

Favourite Writers

Charles Bukowski, John Fante, George Orwell, Billy Collins

Favourite Games

COD, Borderlands 2, Saints Row,

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS3

Tools of the Trade

Words, pencils, markers, pastels, charcoal, camera, computer, fun, reality.