Author: Gabriela Catalina M.

He gave me wings
And so, I believed I could fly
just as
He gave me life,
so I believed I would live.
He invented,
And so I believed he was smart,
He solved problems,
So I believed that he could solve mine
But in the end,
I think,
I may have trusted too much
Trusted the hands calloused and aged
Trusted the face under hair that had greyed
In the end,
I felt I had perhaps trusted too much
As I fell through the sky
Hot wax dripping,
Fumbling, flipping,
As wind blew and feathers flew
from crumpled wings, torn from my skin
akin
to a fallen angel,
cast from Heaven above
As I
choked and drowned the whole plummet down

Tim Mcgraw
All Too Well
You Belong With Me
Look What You Made Me Do
Our Song
Ready For It

Style
Willow
I Can See You
Fearless
Teardrops On My Guitar
are just a few of Taylor Swift’s songs.
Taylor Swift won Album of the Year 2024
One of her albums is Evermore
Midnights was the album that won
I really love her music, a ton
I think Taylor Swift is the best
But sometimes they really put her to the test
Even my dog loves her, how about you?
I bet you’d love her music, too
Taylor Swift, Fearless, Speak Now, and Red
1989,Reputation, Lover, these albums get stuck in my head
Folklore, Evermore, and Midnights
If you called Taylor Swift the best singer, I’d say you’re right
Taylor Swift has talents galore
She can always do a little bit more

I should like the summer
But I am tired of the heat
I am tired of the long lilting poems
Cracking like limestone on the ground

The words that don’t reach my ears
Too trodden upon to lift their wings above the sun
Have decided to go someplace where the embrace of heat isn’t choking

Where instead the rain comes down
Washing away what yesterday brought about

But here
The heat never leaves
It places its hand around your throat
Making you beg for a release

Please God let the rain come down
Let it fix the wounds that dance across my knees
Let it rinse away the salt that’s burrowed its way in too deep

Let it give me back my voice
One that is parched and hunched over
Like an old woman hiking the streets of the town she grew up
The heat will turn her to nothing

She knows she will go from dust to dust
But what will return her to you
Is the rain

The rain that pounds and drums and leaves
Always it leaves
There for you to take it for granted
There for you to wish it to leave

Until the sun comes back
Until the clouds decide to let the sun shine
And the sun is worse than the rain

Football is…
fans cheering
whistles blowing
footballs flying
pads colliding
coaches yelling
players tackling
Football is many things.

It’s a funny thing,
The word home,
With so much meaning and none at all
That timeless institution
Possessed by anyone you ask
Not me – I grew up on the road
And in the sky
In snow and sun and rain and trees with
colored leaves that crunch under my feet
On sidewalks with fruit stands and pigeons and cigarettes
Puddles you can’t jump in,
A slow trickling creek bed
Graffiti and monuments, on subway, on foot,
I grew up nowhere and everywhere
Not a single concrete place
So I made one myself
Or at least, found it along the way

I grew up between the pages
Of a tattered old book
Across chapters I read infinite times,
I befriended the authors and characters they made
And their worlds became real
Their worlds became mine
And I did not have to wait for bus or plane
I could return at my choosing,
To this home I grew up alongside

It’s a funny thing, the word home
And if asked for mine, I might name a few places I’ve lived once before
But really I grew up
In stories, on pages
In castles, on dragons, in sword-fights and wand duels,
With magic and muggles and myths and mist
And demons and angels, heroes and villains
And gods and bad poetry
I grew up nowhere and everywhere but above all, in books

I’m from my computer
From my Wii and my Switch
I am from souvlaki and mushroom risotto.

I am from my mom and my dad
I am from the vegetable garden that my family made
I am from my soft and comfy bed

Jax
My giant furball
Lazy as a sloth
Barks for no reason and thats what i love.

Took him outside
Then he got lost
Found him with a guy
What a stupid dog
Thats what I love.

He poops in the house
Then he went blind
He was in pain.
We knew it was time.
Thats what I didn’t love.

We said our goodbyes.
Drove him away.
Tears down are eyes.
But we knew we put him in a better place.
And that’s what I love.

It feels like we’re going backwards. I don’t know whether
It was possible for us to get back on track.
I’ve spent so much time thinking about us, together.

My current state was never meant to last forever.
My hair knotted and strayed, heart pounding, voice beginning to crack.
Compared to you, I was never as clever.

But no matter your praises, I know you see me as an error.
A stray 0 in a binary, a malformed spirit that should be thrown back
Into the great beyond, wherever and ever.

For a second I thought you would reach for me, cut the tether.
I would’ve welcomed it, given you the go ahead myself. It’s retribution, payback;
I always hated disappointing you. You would, you would reach for me.

Instead you stand there, still as stone. You tell me never.
“We’re one and the same. Though you I do not lack.”
“I could never hate you. You are a part of me, forever.”

I can’t rationalize it. You and I are the same flesh and blood, but I am lesser.
How is it that you can see and stack
Our differences and still say that you cherish and pleasure
The thing that you hate most, your mark of falsehood altogether?

Nature

Up
Above
My head
I hear leaves
Rustling in the
Autumn breeze.

Down
Below my
Legs i see
Flowers of all
Colors and sizes.

Over
The hill
I feel bark
From a willow
Tree thats blowing
In the cold breeze.

Under
The tree
I smell the
Fresh smell
Of books with
Ink still wet.

Deep
In my
Heart
Beating
So loud it
Is like a motor.

I really
Believe
That we
Have a
Protector
Watching
Over us when
We
Are alone
When we are
In nature by our
Sides all the time
Who makes our plants
Grow who is our mother
When we are in nature.

My time capsule is full of church music
the kind you find late at night
when everyone else has gone home to bed

My time capsule is full of silence
pencils without paper, cries without voices
apologies without words

My time capsule is full of impossibles
the days our most desperate wishes were enough
the night we were both looking up at the moon

My time capsule is filled with almosts
the envelopes that were never opened
the letters that were never written

My time capsule is full of nearbys
melodies that sound the same a thousand miles away
whispered prayers that the stars carry to you

My time capsule is full of faraways
everyday I promise myself soon, soon
these church walls can take me anywhere I want if I close my eyes

My time capsule is full of what-ifs
somebody sings to me wait and see
so here I am, wide awake at night, waiting to see.