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I Deserve You

This is my first poem about you.

This is my first real adult relationship after college.

This is my confession to you:

I love you.

I haven’t told you yet.

It’s only been four months,

but I know this feeling,

and I’m sure in this feeling.

It’s crazy to think about it.

What’s even more crazy is the fact I’ve waited until now to know what I deserve,

and to not take anything less.

I deserve you.

I deserve to be treated with respect.

I deserve to be romanced.

I deserve to be called beautiful every day.

I deserve to have all my inspirations encouraged.

I deserve to have all my aspirations supported.

I deserve to not intimidate you

with my confidence,

with my happiness,

with my grit and determination,

with my success;

as so many men in the past have been.

I deserve to smile when it rains.

I deserve to laugh when I cry.

I deserve to overthink

and have you pull me backwards.

I deserve to try new things.

I deserve to explore new places.

I deserve to have fun.

I deserve to live life to the fullest.

All with you.

I deserve to be loved.

And I want to be loved by you.

Copyright (C) Jennifer Gioia 2018.

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My ‘Love for Writing’ Journey: Part Two.

I was finally doing what I loved in my classes: writing. I took poetry and fiction workshops, Greek mythology, Shakespearean studies, young adult literature, children fables, drama and much more. I loved every moment.

During my workshops, I realized I really enjoyed editing and critiquing other writers’ works. I thought maybe I could be an editor if I didn’t find success as a novelist.

I landed the position as the administrative assistant and editorial assistant supervisor for Saranac Review the spring semester of my freshman year. Saranac Review is an international literary journal published by the English department on campus.

I also began editing my friends’ papers and came to the realization that it was more frustrating than I had thought. I don’t like to boast about myself or degrade my generation, but I was appalled by my peers’ lack of proper grammar usage and writing techniques.

Editing wasn’t for me, to say the least.

Then spring semester of my sophomore year came along. I was taking a writing fiction workshop where we focused on writing a short story for the whole semester with multiple drafts. I wrote the short story “Stability.” I received a lot of great feedback and constructive criticism.

However, I realized that becoming a novelist was just a dream; a dream that I could not reach; a dream of from which I would not be able to make a living.

I had to give my dream up.

I freaked out. What was I supposed to do now? What will I do for the rest of my life? I still need a bachelor’s degree to be somewhat successful in life. What was I going to major in now?

These thoughts and questions were swirling through my mind until I found help at SUNY Plattsburgh’s Career Development Center.

I went to them at least twice a week for a month taking personality and aptitude tests and consulting about what my next step was.

I was pointed toward the Department of Public Relations. At first, I didn’t really know what PR was, just that it involved writing and people skills, both of which I possess.

So I filled out the necessary paperwork to change majors but made sure my English writing arts major wasn’t fully wasted. I used 18 of those credits towards an English minor.

I started my PR major by fulfilling the prerequisites, which included public speaking. I fell in love with public speaking. It gave me the confidence that I now hold in speaking to a large group.

I was still working for Saranac Review at the time, so I was also able to maintain my love for literature by working in the department.

My first immersed PR course I took was also with my academic advisor, Professor Colleen Lemza. She sparked my interest in the field with her enthusiasm and great stories of her experience. With PR, I was able to really make a difference in people’s lives with my writing, which, in the end, was what I always wanted.

I undoubtedly believe that without Colleen’s passion for PR, I would have second-guessed my major choice. She helped me find the passion I now have for PR.

Saranac Review gave me the experience as a valued leader in a publication, while the PR department gave me the great knowledge and enthusiasm of the industry.


Look for the third part coming soon. Haven’t read the first? Be a part of my journey here.

Without You

Without you, there will be no light.

Without you, there will be no point.

Without you, there will be no me.

Without you, everyday will be a fight.

Without you, my hip will have no shared joint.

Without you, I won’t know what to be.

Without you, my life will seem dreary.

Without you, I won’t know what to do.

Without you, I will be incomplete.

Without you, I will become weary.

Without you, the sky will never be blue.

Without you, there will be no one to share the bed sheet.

Without you, I will want to hide.

Without you, my brains will lack ration.

Without you, I will have no life.

Without you, there will be no one by my side.

Without you, my soul will crave for passion.

Without you, my heart will be in strife.

Continue reading Without You

New Book! No New Money. Insert Sad Face Here.

Fallen by Lauren Kate looks really interesting. Now, if only I could afford to buy her two other books in the Fallen series, Torment and Passion. Also, the final book, Rapture, but she hasn’t said when that’s coming out yet. Obviously not for a while considering the third book, Passion, is coming out this June.

Very exciting!

Passion.

So fierce.

So strong.

He stands out like a red rose in a white bouquet.

He sings such beautiful songs.

Holds me up when I can no longer stand.

Always there when I need a helping hand.

His long arms wrap around me.

Butterflies soar;

I feel queasy.

Sparks touch my lips,

As our mouths meet at the tips.

So fierce.

So strong.

He stands out like a red rose in a white bouquet.

I think of him every day.

When our lips meet again,

The butterflies will soar.

I dream,

Ahmen.

His face in my mind;

I adore,

The love we share

Has more passion than

A red rose of care

That I shall always wear.

Continue reading Passion.