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i think of chanel the fashion label then i think of channelling my energy into proper, more valuable things like television, no not that really, maybe more like the aim to be meaningful and to lead a meaningful life is making me pause too long and then I don’t know whether that in itself has meaning.
» Posted By Gia On 12.07.2015 @ 8:01 am
When I think of stripes, I think of a zebra. Or maybe a woman walking down the streets of New York City, who has a zebra-striped print jacket on, and she’s walking with confidence to her new job that she so proudly got into.
» Posted By Gia On 11.14.2015 @ 11:24 am
I was at the airport, when I saw his smile his deep blue eyes, looking right into my eyes, little I knew then that everything was going to go so perfect and so wrong at the same time
» Posted By Gia On 05.06.2014 @ 4:21 pm
striped pajamas. the little with striped pajamas was about a nazi camp and a little jewish boy who was trapped in an attic. he had no way to get out and be alive. he was trapped like me. trapped forever. the nazis are coming. what to do
» Posted By Gia On 02.19.2014 @ 8:48 pm
i dont know
i don tllike the way you look at me
and they way you look at them
it makes me feel
im not scared of u
im annoyed at u
» Posted By gia On 11.22.2013 @ 8:41 pm
i woke up with the taste of u on my lips
i brushed my teeth first
then u brushed urs
then i kissed u
then we made toast
i still taste u a lil
» Posted By gia On 11.15.2013 @ 5:26 am
i dont know what a canopy is
i only remember it from one geography lesson
the tops of trees
then we cut them down
and then we complain
» Posted By gia On 11.13.2013 @ 5:09 am
im stuck again
not again dammit all
help me i am stuck
i want to leave
what do u mean u cant help me
» Posted By gia On 11.12.2013 @ 4:21 am
Like a flower growing up to be strong, like a baby growing up to be wise, and like an old woman growing old to seek a new life in death. Blooming in many different ways and stages. I bloomed, he bloomed, she bloomed. Like a flower, like a baby, and like a old woman.
» Posted By Gia On 07.28.2013 @ 10:24 pm
It takes too much energy to love her. It takes too little to not care. It has been years and years. I’ve grown up and changed. She hasn’t. It takes too much energy to hate her. It takes too little to not care.
» Posted By Gia On 06.05.2013 @ 12:43 pm
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
» 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:
» 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
Back To Stats Page
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