• Mia G. commented on the post, discovery 8 years, 2 months ago

    the beads tingle and swish and form
    creating visual masterpieces
    in front of her eyes
    big blue jewels
    for eyes
    staring in her little scope
    watching
    those magical shape shifters
    shift and shape
    leaving a little girl
    in awe

  • Mia G. commented on the post, bulb 8 years, 2 months ago

    like the tingle of the deli counter bell,
    like the instant unexpected fingers meet,
    the flare of electricity
    sparks
    he feels it
    she hopes he felt it
    because what do you know
    she felt it too

  • Mia G. commented on the post, lock 8 years, 2 months ago

    the rust crunched as she hastily locked the portal behind her. Yet, she gets lost in a tangle of thoughts and realizes she is not safe, she will never BE safe. The lock is temporary, the door is only material. They are getting to her, coming in, shattering all walls and safety nets around her, […]

  • Mia G. commented on the post, level 8 years, 2 months ago

    is my self worth
    not as high as yours
    does my value in pocket change
    not amount to your weighty price tag?

    im attempting
    to rise the bar
    to look you eye to eye
    but you seem to always look down
    down
    down
    upon me

  • Mia G. commented on the post, braid 8 years, 3 months ago

    I write of girls with braids
    never me
    never stories of I
    with braids
    never my memories
    or bits and pieces of childhood

    am I living
    a life outside of my own?
    do I discredit the value of my own stories
    versus the made up ones

    I need to live here
    now
    me

  • Mia G. commented on the post, braid 8 years, 3 months ago

    french braiding, fishtails
    as fingers weave
    and stories, giggles
    waft through the air
    pre-teen bedrooms
    sleepless sleepover nights
    popcorn crumbs
    and the innocence of little girls
    spread along the floor

  • Mia G. commented on the post, wade 8 years, 3 months ago

    wading through the splashes of water and other little tykes around I navigate the 3 foot deep waters conquering the kiddie pool sea square foot by foot with aide from the orange floaters holding me above I am the king of this jungle mounds of toys and floating plastic castles buckets and shovels all floating […]

  • Mia G. commented on the post, crush 8 years, 3 months ago

    crushes are a funny thing
    you don’t really know when the line is crossed
    between fancying
    and crushing
    then crushing
    and love

    But I define crush as the time when I knew
    that no other person
    not one
    would do
    but of course
    you

  • Mia G. commented on the post, crush 8 years, 3 months ago

    blue crush
    crushed strawberries in strawberry spritzers
    the crush of the waves on the rocks
    crushed granular sand swimming between toes

    summer is here
    too bad her heart’s crushed

  • Mia G. commented on the post, lust 8 years, 3 months ago

    lust is a funny feeling when without it, you feel empty you want an object of desire to fill that space you yearn for the feeling of burning passion but when filled with lust all you want is all you may not obtain all you desire is no longer feesible and that burning passion keeps […]

  • Mia G. commented on the post, morals 8 years, 3 months ago

    She lost her morals, like a handful of marbles she let suddenly slip away. She backstabbed her longest of friends, she hurt the ones she loves. She’s a stranger. Without morals, she is nothing. Our friendship is nothing.

  • Mia G. commented on the post, antlers 8 years, 3 months ago

    oh, those antlers on grandma’s christmas sweater. Woven, knit unevenly, but surely it contains the christmas spirit on this special evening. We all wear our Christmas sweaters, mine has got a stocking.

  • Mia G. commented on the post, failed 8 years, 3 months ago

    I failed at the driving test first time around, I failed at you. What I mean is, I failed at trying to make you see me down the halls, I failed at trying to be seen as something a little more then just what I am now. Maybe someone you’d care about? Just an ounce […]

  • Mia G. commented on the post, history 8 years, 3 months ago

    like pages in a book, describing the past, it’s done and over, this chapter has a definite ending. They say we need history to learn which mistakes never to repeat, unfortunately, you were never a mistake, but me not telling you the truth was.

  • Mia G. commented on the post, intense 8 years, 3 months ago

    beating drums. strobe lights cutting vision. Sounds louder than noise itself soaking into your weak veins. The heat sticks to your figure, you’re drowning in noise.

  • Mia G. commented on the post, cells 8 years, 3 months ago

    she’s dying. I know. My momma’s saying goodbye, but my story’s just beginning. She isn’t going to watch me become a momma too. These cancer cells just spread; they ruin momma, they ruin families, they ruin me. My despair and anger doubles, triples, quadruples, running through my veins and taking over, like the cancer in […]

  • Mia G. commented on the post, predict 8 years, 3 months ago

    She predicted the days, weeks, months left. She predicted the pain would only increase, tumbling downhill like an unstoppable rollercoaster. They predicted that she wouldn’t last. Against all predictions, she’s fighting, fighting, with everything she’s got left.

  • Mia G. commented on the post, held 8 years, 3 months ago

    I held onto the weather worn rope
    eating at my red
    tired
    fingers
    I held because
    the drop
    was much too daunting
    much too far
    I held as it swung
    and swung again

  • Mia G. commented on the post, held 8 years, 3 months ago

    I hold onto my dreams, but sometimes they slip a bit I hold onto my friendships, they mean more than materialistic value I hold in my arms my stuffed bear once a night I hold in my head morals and knowledge And I once held in my heart you but you’re gone now and no […]

  • Mia G. commented on the post, belief 8 years, 3 months ago

    I come back to write write write
    it’s an addiction
    a desire I must feed like a growling stomach
    write
    words are pulling me
    there are statements to be spoken
    opinions to form
    the power is pulling me
    but the main problems is
    I don’t know anymore
    just
    what to
    say