Biography of Elliott Gilbert
ginger baby born in the AK and I got more on my mind than words could say
Elliott Gilbert Poems
People can never look at the good. Sometimes it is easier to look at the bad. In everyone’s eyes we are all different and we forget about the same. Separating each other is our own sick game.
Classy, the antonym of itself. Classy is not classy just like freedom isn’t free, And love isn’t loving.
Prison Of Love
why does love have to be this way why cant we all just be together and float away away from this world we call home into a place of no sorrow and no regret
Through Spring Comes Fall
I danced with the willow branch. It accepted my thoughts and motions. The branch did not say no to my query, the branch did not protest my ideas.
One Tenth Of A Century
It has been twenty years since I first saw light. It has been twenty years since I first cried out. It has been twenty years since took my first breath. And it is every day in these twenty years I cheat death.
To You All
I am tired, just sick of it, I am done. Just alone without anyone. Even those close to me are not here. Never finding them again is my fear.
It all started out casual just as friends Then it kept going farther it had no ends It was you who made the first move You who made me see that we should be more
Will It Be
what will she say what will she do will she say i want to be with you to
what do i say what shall i do now that i screwed myself over and are no longer with you
Counting The Steps
did I wait to long I told you the truth but it was so long afterwards did I miss a chance
All I Got
I've made a mistake, I know I was wrong, but my feelings for you, are not gone.
One Of A Kind
Please dont be afraid, please dont be scared, think of all the good times we've shared.
Since you think everything is about you I decided to direct one at the things you do And what I really think about who you are
The Mountain I Climb
They all can think I am is who I used to be, But I don’t need thier guilt or your negativity. Say what you want and do what you will, Spread the lies that you think are true
Life as we know is delicate
Something that can be lost
But sadly never can be found
And that’s why we bury you
But not into the ground
Mark Pitts you will be buried in the hearts
In the hearts of everyone you touched
And in the hearts of everyone you met