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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 One.

Prince Charming saves the princess from an evil witch. That was the first real short story I remember writing. I was seven.

My mother has always encouraged my creative expression through dance, music and writing. Growing up, I expressed myself best through my writing of poetry, fictional short stories, journalling, lyrics and much more.

I have always had a vivid imagination, which would lead me to write anything that popped into my mind. From the beginning when I could first read, I also wrote. I wrote everything: poems about how blue the sky was or how I felt about playing music, and short stories about princesses, detectives or plain ordinary girls with problems just like myself. I started to take writing seriously when I was in seventh grade. I spent numerous hours creating plots; characters; twists and turns; and constantly changing the climax of each story.

Once I reached high school, I realized I could make a career out of my passion.

When I was 14, I stumbled upon two websites that were specifically made for aspiring creative writers. They included poems, lyrics, stories, etc. Quizilla was one, but no longer exists after TeenNick bought it, and Mibba was the second, which rightfully is still alive.

Based on the positive feedback from readers and other amateur writers like myself, I started taking writing more seriously. I love to write fictional romance, fantasy and free-style poetry.

Sophomore year in high school was when I started writing poetry constantly. I’d write poetry anywhere and everywhere: on my homework, my class notes and sometimes even my hand. I love writing poetry because it’s just an easy way to express how I feel. Before poetry entered my life, I used to have such trouble describing how I felt fully to anyone. After poetry, my stress was gone, I could think clearly and relax.

I love reading and writing poetry. I like to read the amateur poetry from poets around my age, with the same burning passion to write and some with the same problems. Those strangers, through the computer of many online writing sites, inspired me to be the amateur poet I am today. I don’t plan on making a career out of my poetry, I just like it as it is now, a hobby. When I was 16, I created this blog as a way to share my expression. I found other inspiring bloggers that shared my passion for all kinds of writing.

As high school graduation grew near, I knew I wanted to write fiction for a living … or at least that’s what I thought.

After graduation, I entered The State University of New York College at Plattsburgh. I started my freshman year as a declared English writing arts major, with the aspirations of becoming a fictional novelist.

Looking back now, I was young, optimistic and naive.


Move along my journey to the second part here. Haven’t read the introduction? Be a part of my journey here.

Without You

At night I lie awake,

and I think of you.

I wonder if you think of me too.

Do you have just as much trouble

falling asleep without me

as I do you?

I hold back tears,

as I look at the emptiness

next to me in our bed.

They slowly escape anyway.

I wipe them away.

I won’t let myself break.

Why can’t the days move any faster

so you could be in my arms once again?

I feel pathetic,

and lonely,

and lost.

I don’t have a home,

without you.

Continue reading Without You

Happy Birthday! (Two Of Them!)

First of all I’d like to wish my blog, Fairytales, a happy second birthday! It’s a little delayed I know. It was September 2nd. Either way, Happy Birthday to Fairytales!

Also, today is my nineteenth birthday! (: I don’t feel any different than I did yesterday when I was eighteen, but I guess you never really do feel older on your birthday unless your back suddenly starts hurting and you wake up three inches shorter. Which will probably happen to me. The women in my family are known to shrink as they get older. Great. So my already short 5’2″ figure will get even smaller as I get older.

My boyfriend, Ben, is taking me out for dinner tonight. Even though it’s already seven pm. We’re having a late dinner considering we had classes all day. We’re going to go to a Japanese steakhouse and sushi bar. I’m excited for delicious food! :)

Hope you all have a great night. I know I will! :)

You Are…

You are the shine in the sun.

You are the whispers in the wind.

You are the butterfly at the bush.

You are the figures in the clouds.

You are the waves crashing in.

You are the laughter that I hear.

You are the smile on my face.

You are the sparkle in my eye.

You are the perfection of the moon.

You are the lights in the night sky.

You are the motion of the current.

You are the softness of the sand.

You are the goosebumps on my body.

You are the tangles in my hair.

You are the salt in the sea.

You are the mist of the water.

You are the warmth inside of me.

You are the love inside my heart.

You are the mate to my soul.

You are the matching beat to my heart.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You are the love of my life.

Continue reading You Are…

You Are My World

 

When I’m with you, moments seem to last longer, but days seem to pass by quicker.

Every love song on the radio reminds me of you, some even bring tears of joy to my eyes.

That’s never happened to me before.

When we’re apart, I anxiously wait for the next time we meet.

When we kiss goodbye, I wish we could have one more kiss.

The world comes to a halt when I’m in your arms.

The heat of your body always warms me perfectly.

Sometimes I like to trace the features of your face.

I always seem to swim in your eyes. The colors they can change to never cease to amaze me.

When I close my eyes, I see your smiling face push through the dark.

The thought of you not in my life, I can’t even imagine.

When I try to, my world tumbles over.

I always wish for you on every eyelash.

I’ve always dreamt of a love like ours.

It’s still hard to grasp that it’s real, that it’s really happening to me. To us.

I see sparks fly whenever you smile.

Butterflies still flutter around when you kiss me.

I know all your little antics and I find them quite adorable, even the annoying ones.

You’re all I need.

You’re all I want.

You’re everything there is in the world to me.

You are my world. Continue reading You Are My World

In Love With You.

 

When you kiss my lips,

I feel butterflies in my stomach.

When you kiss my neck,

I get chills up and down my spine.

When you hold me tight,

I know that the world is right.

When I lay with you,

I feel at rest.

When you say you love me,

I feel my heart speed up.

When I hear your laughter,

I can’t help but laugh along.

When I hear a love song,

I think of you.

When I see it’s 11:11,

I wish for you.

When I talk about the future,

I imagine you in it.

When I say, “I love you”,

I feel myself falling further and further,

Further in love with you.

Continue reading In Love With You.