tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65739468959901734482024-02-20T07:23:52.375-08:00My Place in the WorldThis is all about finding my place in the world, a single person in a sea of endless equals, ah, but I am wrong, there is always gonna be someone ahead of me and someone behind me, if I look at the one behind I turn narssicist and arrogant, if I look at the one ahead I grow small and pointless full of envy, so I shall not look behind, beside nor ahead, this is all about me and my place in the world.Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-80012382159317961252013-12-10T11:49:00.001-08:002013-12-10T11:49:35.376-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Smile at adversity. Dream to keep your heart beating. Love to help keep others' hearts beating. Drown in knowledge. Starve in hate. Cry to let go. Scream to free your soul. Teach those who are lost. Accept when you are lost. Live with high standards. And save your time for the things worth it.<br /></div>
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Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-69647591941782006992013-05-25T18:36:00.004-07:002013-05-25T18:36:49.689-07:00Life<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Childhood, it's all about learning especially to dream sanely. Teenagers, it's all about building memories. Young adults? All about sorting out your future. Adults? All about making your home a stable one. Once it hurts to even lay down, that's the time to dream you're young again, time to look back at those memories, time to notice how your future turned out, time to smile at the beautiful home you created.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-29066873898440385602013-05-25T18:36:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:36:12.413-07:00Welcome Home<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Times change. People too. Time to accept that, but a hole is a hole even when people leave and change, there's no changing that. So make sure it's worth drilling the welcome home sign to your heart for that other person. There's only so much room in one's heart. Don't waste it.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-39631208426600074952013-05-25T18:35:00.003-07:002013-05-25T18:35:50.037-07:00Be Original<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Be someone nobody would dare be. Be original. Don't die a copy. Dare to love what others would be scared of. Dare to dream out of the ordinary. Dare to write your own story. Make a fool out of yourself if there's nothing else to laugh about.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-60263795336372410512013-05-25T18:35:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:35:16.231-07:00Utopia<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Drown away the screams. Push away the thoughts. Put away the aching heart. Close away your world. Open the doors to another world. Reading is the path to those other worlds, worlds where the laws of your own are defied. Welcome to my utopia...</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-83316458685618968772013-05-25T18:34:00.003-07:002013-05-25T18:34:49.105-07:00Feelings<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There's only so many words one can say. A writer, no matter how talented, profound and articulate, sometimes is left with no words to say. There are situations that leave broken bonds, recently-mended bonds, and stronger-than-ever bonds crying in a perfect unison of disbelief, desperation, and denial. A life, no matter how fully lived, leaves a hole when it's gone, and nobody can fill it up. The broken bonds, remain with the "why?" thoughts, the recently mended bonds remain with the "could-have-been" thoughts, the strong bonds remain with the "what if" thoughts and nothing is resolved, even if it really was. Because no matter how many things were resolved or unresolved, once the person's gone, everything feels unexplained. A person, no matter how caring is sometimes left with no one to hug. A person no matter how sentimental is sometimes left with no tear to drop, not because they run out, the tears don't come because you don't have them. There is no way of crying because you can't. While everyone else can. While everyone else sits around crying because it's so tragic, you sit there, just there, nonexistent, non-important, useless against nature, and not even a tear to spare. Till someone comes along and loosens the knot around your heart, makes you notice it's okay to cry when you most should, but those things come with love and patience. Until then, I'll just sit around with no words to say for the knot in my heart took over, no one to hug because I can't even look at myself without wondering what is wrong, and no tear to shed because there has never been tears in the most necessary moments, and it has always been like that.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-62000904464759593372013-05-25T18:34:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:34:11.970-07:00I Want<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I want you to hold me, and make me feel like nothing can harm me. I want to look at the stars by your side. I want you to say "I love you" so I can say it back. I want you to tell me everything is alright even though it isn't. I want to feel protected. I want to fall asleep by your side, in your arms, with your warmth. I want you to sing to me even if you can't sing, cause what matters to me is how much you love me, no matter how you show it. The problem is, I'm that type of girl who never gets the chance.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-73394542471652825592013-05-25T18:33:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:33:35.183-07:00Pretty<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I don't wish to be the "pretty girl". I want to be the loved one. I want to be the one that can be a fool and not care if they are being judged because they know there's one person that will never do. Those girls who cry and have arms to comfort her. Who scream and have ears to hear her. Who write and have eyes to read her dreams</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-79975291873005133892013-05-25T18:10:00.004-07:002013-05-25T18:10:57.809-07:00Carnival<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I didn't pay a damn dime for a ticket to a carnival! Then why am I in one? You make me feel up and down like an elevator ride, you make me feel butterflies like a roller coaster, you sicken me like a twirler, you frustrate me like a shooting game, you make me feel insecure like a hall of mirrors, you entertain me like a circus, you light my world up like one of those light sabers, you scare me like a haunted house, you make me slip on my words like a slide, but the worse thing of all is that I like it, just like I like carnivals</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-90062797274098321302013-05-25T18:10:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:10:16.121-07:00You<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When you touch me my head flies, my world becomes a swirl, I get dizzy, like I never have</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When she looks for you I explode, my tears materialize, I am sad like I've never been</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When you talk to me time flies, smiling is easier, love becomes real, like it never has</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When you love me, I just want to scream to the world how wonderful love is</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When you don't look for me, I just want to die.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-8341946575093365352013-05-25T18:09:00.003-07:002013-05-25T18:09:41.594-07:00Yours<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There's no better pleasure in life than to know that something is mine. The pride I take in my voice. The happiness and joy my dancing brings me. The surprise of having the power to manifest so much more than just words, in words. But it all is decadent, because it is mine. It is mine to use and mine to marvel at. It is mine to pour and mine to travel with. It is mine to hear and glance and feel, but never to brag about, because theirs a slight chance just then that I might lose it. But there'll be a day when all that's mine won't be, because I'll be yours.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" />Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-48725457265184776982013-05-25T18:09:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:09:14.447-07:00Questioning<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We go through life questioning the things that make us weak, we don't notice the things that make us strong. We notice things we lack because we know, and we think others will know, we are all too harsh on ourselves, every single human being. We stand by the belief that how others treats us will tell us who we are. We base our confidence on others' beliefs. I have done this all my life. And it's time to change. I don't need to be told I'm beautiful if I know I am. Everyone is. Yeah, you, even you who doesn't believe me.</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-25522441949976255602013-05-25T18:08:00.001-07:002013-05-25T18:08:48.427-07:00Defeated or Triumphant?<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The iron that runs trough mi veins frozen stands. My hairs pick themselves away from my body. And I just can't help it... What are you supposed to feel? Guilt? Guilt is not a true sentiment. It is hypocrite, it is vile. No one feels guilt. You do something because you want to. But what happens when that something is impossible to reverse, implacably persistent, and prominently perpetual? What happens then? Do you accept the hypocrisy called guilt or do you walk away, triumphant against your "I want" but defeated by your "I would never"</span>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-12421613464415392322011-08-03T20:54:00.001-07:002011-08-03T20:54:44.443-07:00I look around.... Do I remember?<br>It was a dance floor... <br>They were playing the Bee Gees... <br>Or was it the pool,<br>Does my memory deceive me?<br>I look around, once again, with my trustee, my friend... <br>I haven't noticed... <br>But then I do....<br>I look at someone, and it was you! <br>My heart once broken, was then mended...<br>My little heart, thrown here and there and never tended...<br>We could be here all night, talking about how you looked like... <br>But I prefer to keep you in my memories... <br>Someone says your name and we fill with murmuring... <br>My friend, she is... She saw you, I know you're not just a dream... <br>May sound cheesy, <br>But if it was... <br>It still wouldn't be 3 days and a half... <br>That I'm still thinking about you... <br>My love... Just that... And nothing more, we talked once, and nothing more, no more than one night was needed... To have you etched into my mind... And never ever be leaving...Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-12422546703143736082011-07-27T14:20:00.001-07:002011-07-27T14:20:16.521-07:00I turn the page, each word guides me to a world of possibilities, a whole new world... The book guides me, it is my muse of imagination, my eyes follow the contours of each letter, with flow and ease, my mid drifts... I am Lucy, no... I am Zanna, David, Kailar... Grockel? I am in the Arctic... In the forests... The possibility of being... Of becoming... Every page I come closer to an end, to a finish, there is no way of morphing back to reality unchanged, one has become the character, one has felt it's sorrows and it's happiness, one has gone were never before they thought possible, one has achieved... To only notice it was a trap, a mischievous imagination, a good book, all together, have brought upon you this pain... The pain of leaving a world of dreams, to become one in a world of lost wishes....Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-91652098600281206432011-06-18T18:52:00.001-07:002011-06-18T18:52:04.537-07:00Love? What a word!<br>Pain and happiness altogether, torture and pleasure, Hell and Heaven in way over itself, explained as the best most magical thing, omitted as the most hellish, deadliest weapon, and it is all that, in a single package called love... <br>It's a thing to laugh about, why do people want such things as love? <br>I'm scared, less am I drawn to it! Oh well, such a thing should not reach the nth degree as it already does... <br>Love, love, love, <br>Hah! The more I say it the more I hate it! The more I am scared of it, the more I want it, the more I can't reach it!!!!<br>I mustn't give up, but I already did, it's that kind of case, if it is of any understanding, I wish I'd hold on but the boat already left port, and if I ever reach it, I'm too scared to take the risk I took...<br>As I said, he who loves me has to show me the way cause I'm blinded, scared to rotting hell, and damaged to the nth degree...Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-90206380390227749532011-06-15T22:07:00.001-07:002011-06-15T22:07:23.474-07:00I want to know what nature feels like,<br>I want to know just how to dream,<br>I want to dance and sing and play along,<br>To all of nature's great big songs.<br>I want to be part of nature's sky<br>I want to know if it feels oh so wrong, <br>To fall when you just learned to fly.<br>I want to hear the rush of golden streams<br>In pure sunset of my dreams<br>Taste the glass-cold water<br>Tempting feelings with no matter,<br>But closely pulling me in<br>To my darkest trying dreams<br>I want to run and fight with frightful creatures<br>And victorious then take flight<br>To all of nature's orchestra surrounding me<br>To all the deepness of the night.Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-41836492696792297012011-06-15T22:05:00.001-07:002011-06-15T22:05:45.414-07:00If I gain wisdom the next fall wont be twice as hard<br>If I gain wisdom my heart will not break as bad, <br>If wisdom I do gain, I will have a reason for just dancing in the rain.<br>If wisdom do I gain, no more mistakes there will be, and no pain.<p>If I gain wisdom,<br>If wisdom do I gain<br>If wisdom I do gain,<br>To hell with it, <br>I do enjoy the pain...Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-78224741432840281802011-06-14T06:26:00.001-07:002011-06-14T06:26:42.162-07:00I for one grew, I will never fall so hard on my head, in fact I don't think I'll ever fall again, I'm scared of love, he who loves me has to show me the way cause I'm blinded, scared to rotting hell, and damaged to the nth degree...Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-13447407535605321512011-03-27T18:23:00.000-07:002011-03-27T18:25:30.654-07:00Love<b>What has happened to love? Such a sweet word, and a sweeter meaning stained by our plague. What happened to sappy letters and honeyed verses? Death for love, and delightful rhymes? What has happened to these definitions of love? Harmonious serenades, charming sonnets, and beloved gallantry? All that is missing, many take it as "sappy" and just call that "cheesy" but to some, it matters... It has become such a horrendous, cruel world to live in, oh how I wish life were like books! What has happened to the "ay me" and "these violent delights have violent ends"? It is hard to imagine a love like Romeo and Juliet's in such a hermetic world! We have become selfish and arrogant, and there seems to be no room for love anymore. Oh how I wish to stay in my dreams and delight more in books, live in my dreams and books and plays, not in this cheerless, gloomy, hopeless world, where love is bought not earned, where love is cheap, not earnest... Why was I born on Earth? Couldn't I have been born in a book, just as a creative idea from a pure mind, just an idea like Juliet, why I would've enjoyed it much more than the love we get here on Earth.<br />
-Sincerely, Damsel in distress ( I know it sounds unoriginal, do I care?) </b>Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-53053381698830777272011-03-26T18:40:00.000-07:002011-03-26T18:40:16.010-07:00Advice for the young at heartTime, life, food, water, these are words, simple, but, the meaning is what make them deep, the meanings give a poet the ability to make you laugh, cry, and smile at every end of the line, but, when we are angry, we shout shallow words without any meaning, for us these words make us feel better, but just as we scream them, the other person feels them. Don't say things that in the end will ruin everything, if you are that mad, scream them at your pillow or at the unfeeling air, shout your heart out and release the pain, but make sure no one is around, we all are impulsive when mad, it's our irrational side...<br />
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Holding a grudge isn't going to make you feel good, ignore the pain, since it is the least you'll remember when golden years are close. If you did wrong, apologize it is good for you and others, as much as it may hurt, you have got to let it go... Anger is one of the strongest emotions, don't let it get the best of you... And remember, life isn't merciful, but it isn't unforgiving, you are the one who has to take the decision: let life get the best of you, or accept the consequences... <3Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-20803120170132755992010-12-20T00:47:00.000-08:002010-12-20T00:47:20.654-08:00Midnight DreamI woke up, but nobody noticed, I got out of bed, and not a leaf trembled. I am looking for something, but I don't know what is, that's all I recall knowing at that time.I tried to leave the house, and when I opened the door I noticed it was snowing, in a tropical island? At least that's where I was supposed to be, that was my home, a tropical island, but how, then could it be snowing? It was strange indeed but I did not question the fact, and I moved on, not looking back, not thinking of my destination, carelessly barefooted in snow, but I didn't feel cold, in fact, I didn't feel anything. I kept my speed and determination to move on, after a while I felt something, oddly strange in the sea of nothingness I felt. When I turned, I see a house's lights on, which seemed strange considering the time it was in my almost lost consciousness of time. I do a full turn and walk toward the house, I seemed so accustomed by all this odd things happening around me that I didn't bother to ask why I was heading there. I open the door and walk in, what I found was horrible, the sight brought shivers down my spine. There was a woman, almost decapitated in the floor, eyelids down, and a little girl tied up to a tables's legs, on top of the table was a knife, and the girl was shaking her head telling me to leave before it was "Oh so late" and as she said this, I did the contrary, I entered. I heard someone ransacking rooms up above me and I did the best I could to look for a weapon and so I chose a hot iron in one hand and a metal broomstick in the other, and, just in case, a gun I'd found nearby which I placed just beside me. I awaited beside the stairs, my heart pounded like a car's engine at full speed when I heard IT coming down. Just as I saw the black mask approaching, I held my weapons up high and so, I swung the broomstick 3 times till IT dropped on the floor unconscious and to make sure, I placed the hot iron on It for 3 second so he would be shocked for a minute or two, or until I called the cops. I took the gun and ran for the table, I then freed the girl and called the cops all while the girl hung on my hands. When the cops arrived they took the criminal (which was unconscious) handcuffed to the hospital. They interviewed me with cameras and all, but all I was capable of was the automatic reactions like telling the whole story again or hugging the girl. After a while the cops asked me if I needed a car ride home and I said that I could walk to my home, they agreed because the sun had come up already. I walked, and walked till I could no more and then I sat. I put my hands over my face and I tried to think about it all, but I couldn't. When I noticed I was, then, in front of my house. I ran to it and came in, I said hi but no one answered, I gave a kiss to my dad but his eyes were glued on the T.V. screen. That creeped me out, so I went to my room, when I got there, I saw, myself. I tried to sit down but my eyes shut and when I opened them, I was lying down, I got up and went downstairs, my mom said "You were very tired weren't ya?" I just answered with a mere "mhm" When I began to feel everything again my dad called us to the living room. He wanted us to see a news in the tv, when I noticed something that threw shivers down my spine, I realized that I was looking at the same girl and at the same dead woman and at the same injured criminal, and, at myself talking! The headlines were: <br />
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'News: A little girl saved from her crazed ex-father before being decapitated like her mother'<br />
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My dad said "Wow Lillian, she looks like you but a whole lot paler, and braver" and I wasn't planning on telling anyone about my off body incident.Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573946895990173448.post-75365877062904159882010-12-12T19:31:00.000-08:002010-12-12T19:31:11.892-08:00As birds sing and the sun fades, I watch my dreams also fade away, since it is night, and that is when fears come alive. Birds stop singing, the trees stop moving. All is still, and remains so. Stars shine bright, but even them can't stop the monster from coming. All my dreams, they are gone. All my fear is awake. The door chimes the horrible sound of suspense, I cover my eyes. The steps are felt closer each second. The clock strikes 9:00. Her shoes make the sound of a monster. The sound stops, I open my eyes. Her long claw-like nails painted red, blood's color. Her wicked smile and crooked teeth, wide blue eager full eyes. She is a monster indeed, coming to rip away my dreams, my immaculate smile, my innocent world, and turn everything to horror. I am the mature one here, and I have decided to communicate. "What do you want, mother?" I say. "Isabella, sweetie, it's bedtime, want me to turn off the lights?" <br />
"I'll do it myself mom." <br />
"Okay sweetie, have a good night, and go to sleep." <br />
Those last words pounded on my head one too many times. Again, and again, every single night. That monster hasn't given up and we remain friends by day, enemies by night, or by bedtime.<br />
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-This was written by me Giannina, but doesn't express my points of view of things.Gianni :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546258285924891167noreply@blogger.com0