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you haunt the halls of my mind like a ghost an echo of what used to be of what could of been of what never will be and you sing a song, as you drift through not a lullaby like before but a wordless cry and if i listen well enough i might just hear your final goodbye

Posted By gia On 05.19.2013 @ 6:53 pm

i spent my last few days tucked neatly under duvets pillows layers of tights and sweaters. too cold to spend your days outdoors. i’m tired– i’m spent– and all i want is a hot shower

Posted By gia On 11.10.2012 @ 11:31 am

every vibration every hum every knotted tangled curl head every time the train pulls into the station i strain to see– is it you? or which car? sometimes i have a strange tingling in the upper thigh and neck, is it you?? is it you??

Posted By gia On 11.10.2012 @ 8:16 am

every loud noise with mighty please don’t forget me i try so hard for you to hear listen when i walk through your street i aim with wild my— my– my— where are you? where are you?? every that is not you shocks me numb

Posted By gia On 11.09.2012 @ 5:38 pm

dwell i don’t even know what this means so ill think of it as well.. i mean i like dwell a lot its so cool. i just don’t even know what to write about but this website is just too cool and stumble got me here!!!!

Posted By gia On 06.23.2012 @ 9:27 pm

swing life away…such a song will be in my memory forever. from sitting on the porch and hearing the stoners sing it over bottles of cheap vodka to the cheap vodka on his breath when he would sing it to you.

Posted By Gia On 03.06.2012 @ 8:32 pm

Sleeve covered in black paint. Soaking wet with saline. Burning, red cheeks, chapped from wind and eye-rain. I can’t do this again. I can’t do this again.

Posted By Gia On 12.15.2011 @ 2:07 pm

convicted; convict

Posted By gia On 10.11.2011 @ 3:27 pm

I love to smile, it makes feel great inside. I love seeing others smile too. I guess that’s why I love Renaissance Faires and Festivals so much because even though I get to dress up funny, people seem to enjoy themselves and have a great laugh…especially the little ones. I love when little ones giggle, it makes me smile. Did you forget to smile today?

Posted By Gia On 06.17.2011 @ 11:09 am

its a sign of love it gives warmth when u embrace someone a sign of affection and love and it cheers up anyone in need of a love and attention. it can also mean wen u accept something that you have embraced it like a spiritual belief

Posted By gia On 06.14.2011 @ 4:58 am

montage of things i like: balloonscandycatsflowerscloudsdrawingmusicdancingsmilesgiraffescitiyskylinespeacocksowlstrampolinesjumpropesshellstheoceanpinkrainbowunicornsfluffydandilionstreehousessnugglingpillowssleepingdreaminglaughingandsidewalkchalk.

Posted By gia On 06.01.2011 @ 11:09 am

montages are so bothersome. a collection of photos and video clips accompianied by some sappy song that everyone secretly hates but just seems so fitting for the the situation. they are played at weddings and graduations and everyone cries. i dont understand why these stupid things evoke such sadness…

theyre also full on inside jokes.

i never understand because im left out…

Posted By gia On 06.01.2011 @ 11:04 am

there are lots of photo montages made with stupid music in the background but for some reason people still cry about them and then i feel like an ass cuz i honestly think theyre so dumb. i mean really. stupid pictures and stupid music…

why would i like that? especially cuz theyre always inside jokes or something.

and im always left out :(

Posted By gia On 05.31.2011 @ 7:27 pm

When I was younger, I joined the chorus. I just loved to sing. My dad on the other hand didn’t mind that I was singing, he just didn’t want me to do it as a career. Funny now that we have our own chorus for our little festivals…although I suppose it’s not really a chorus, but we do share our love of singing. Hope you keep singing too!

Posted By Gia On 04.29.2011 @ 12:55 pm

Watching you from behind the lights, the soul and drive of a performance, those who judge. clapping, sensing, polite, believeing, open fully to accepting the preformance.

Posted By Gia On 03.27.2011 @ 8:33 pm

I wanted it so bad. The simple elegance, the ocean breezes, the warm down comforters at night snuggled against the cold, watching the fire in the pot belly stove. I had such high hopes for my 30th birthday. Now it’s just another day, another day that is my birthday. 30 years ago I was wanted. That feels good.

Posted By Gia On 03.18.2011 @ 7:04 pm

Pull up on the rope. Up, pull, go up. It never worked. I never had that upper body strength. I wanted to go up but I just stayed, hanging there. “Up” I told myself. Never. Maybe in my dreams I’ll be able to do it.

Posted By Gia On 03.17.2011 @ 1:12 pm

Baseball, baseball, baseball. Day and night, every morning first thing – baseball. He’s obsessed but it’s so wonderful to see in a seven year old boy in a city with the world champs bringing home the trophy. Some call it love, he calls it baseball.

Posted By Gia On 03.12.2011 @ 7:36 pm

I’m wondering about what I’d like to know about you. Wondering what makes you tick. Wondering what floods you with adrenaline. Wondering about how you’d be with me.

I’m tired of wondering…

I want to know.

Posted By Gia On 03.09.2011 @ 7:38 pm

Lose it. Just let go. You know you want to. Come on, it’s fun! Ok fine, stay all “in control” you’ll figure out soon enough that we really never are.

Posted By Gia On 03.05.2011 @ 8:11 am

This is the last time I tell you. Stop shouting at your brother (in an elevated voice). This is the final time I’ll say it (and then I say it at least 6 more times). Oh, parenting, you are so awkwardly fickle.

Posted By Gia On 03.03.2011 @ 11:40 am

Basically it’s the simple things in life. The every day ordinary which keeps us going, the stuff no one writes novels about but which sustains us. Basically it’s the routine, the always-there moments that make each day the same but also unique. Basically it’s been one of those days.

Posted By Gia On 03.01.2011 @ 3:34 pm

Cut the hair, chat. Sweep the hair, repeat. Next please, sit down, gown, cut, chat, sweep, repeat. A barber holds secrets and shares gossip. They can anchor a neighborhood and make a person feel and look great. Cut, sweep, repeat.

Posted By Gia On 02.24.2011 @ 10:04 pm

Smudged on foreheads, burning in the corner we remembered him. He was lost when a huge earthquake hit India, where he was visiting. He had come on pilgrimage and lost his life in the ashram he loved. It is the first memory of loss, at age nine.

Posted By Gia On 02.21.2011 @ 8:30 am

Dark and rich with a little bitter behind you snuck up on me last night. I bit you and licked you and you didn’t say a word. While I enjoy our little dates I know they shouldn’t be too frequent, you’re too much to take all the time. I guess that makes our encounters that much better for their infrequency.

Posted By Gia On 02.15.2011 @ 7:02 am

Dark and scary and a little bit musty, you sit in the closet and make funny noises. You eat up our money with your inefficiency but even so I love your warmth. On the darkest of nights, in the dead of winter you click on with a rumble and away we go. Toes toasty, noses warmed and all snuggled besides. We couldn’t do it without you.

Posted By Gia On 01.22.2011 @ 7:12 pm

Sinking into my shoulder with you behind me. I scream. This is too good, baby. I need more.

I still think about this. More than daily. Get your head on straight. Come back to me.

Posted By Gia On 12.06.2010 @ 5:25 pm

I admit, life can be hard. but the most important thing to remember is that life always goes on. What is important today probably won’t even matter in the next few years. And yet, during the time that an issue matters, you often feel as though the issue will always have merit. Still, if you truly care about whatever you’re worried about, you will always hold on.

Posted By Gia On 12.05.2010 @ 5:21 pm

lasagna is heating up. it’s 2am and we just finished fucking and we’re still wet with sweat. this thing we have going is so fake, but means more to me than any love ever could.

i love what you do to my brain, baby.

Posted By Gia On 10.22.2010 @ 7:42 pm

i don’t like this i’m tired of feeling on edge and uncomfortable it can’t be described as butterflies anymore.

I’m sick. I’m so sorry it’s over for you even more over for me.

Posted By Gia On 09.29.2010 @ 11:07 pm