"gigi" poems
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BAGUS UNTUK DIRENUNGKAN.....
Kita tak membawa apapun juga saat kita meninggalkan dunia yg fana ini..
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
A perfect Mommy, a perfect Daddy
A perfect daughter, a perfect life,
A perfect world to exist in, eclipsed by consummate sight.
She was my sun, a seraphic voice
bathing me in warm light,
And he was my moon, watchful eyes
protecting me from the darkness of night.
Two halves of my whole heart, their blood flowing through
my spirited veins.
Two halves of my whole mind, their thoughts crashing through
my synthetic brain.
Perfection is their sweetest lie, proclaimed by selfish mouths uttering
vain whispers after bedtime.
"I can't live without you. You can't leave me. I know we can survive this."
But survival is intangible against an affliction of the soul.
Imperfection is my harshest truth, comprehended by grieving eyes seeing raw memories before sleep.
"I can't live without you. You can't leave me. I know you can survive this."
But even a human's profound devotion can be turned away by their Creator,
just as a pleading child can be deserted by their mother and father.
And that is the largest betrayal of them all.
But to remain, to endure against hate's control, against fate, would be an immediate death.
To try and withstand their sickness and deterioration would be suicide.
And I have realized that I do not want to die.
Loss is my most unbearable pain, undeniably clouded by her beautiful smile and his comforting resemblance.
She used to sing her child to sleep, and now, she is singing to her one last time. At the door, he is watching and keeping them both safe.
They will both leave and never come back, but the memories will remain. The happiness will always be there for recollection.
But for now, it is time to sleep and forget.
She caresses her child's hair and kisses her forehead lovingly, getting up and walking to join him at the doorway.
The silhouettes of their mournful faces seem like a cryptic dream.
"Goodnight, Gigi. We love you very much."
"Mom? Dad?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I can live without you. You can leave me. I know I can survive this."
"We know."
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
*"Just the tip. Just the tip." Initiation. Fourteen years old, fourteen year olds don't know the just the tip trick. It hurt like hell but the sound of his panting was well...worth it. Just the tip, then just the shaft. Just a lick, what a champ…the other half. Gigi was born, de-flowered then flourished. Naughty by nature. Fed and *** nourished. What a **** I was, what a ***** I am.…just slap my *** grab me and pull me in. Choke me, bite me...squeeze, pull my hair, look me in the eyes, cuff me to a chair. Quiet ones you have to watch. I moan louder than I talk, nice rock in my hips....do me real good and I'll wobble when I walk. The club is my home, but not where I belong. Under my hijaab they can't see my laced thong. Taught to cater to the men and serve them martinis. Not dance ***** naked in heels and bikinis. Allahu Akbar. Don't let my family find out. Allahu Akbar. They'll **** me. Allahu Akbar. But if they do. Allahu Akbar. I'm still me.
My name is Neha,
Stage name GiGi however so complex, Stripper in silence,
And I'm strung out on ***
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Sebab hari tak beraut mentari
Sinar malam yang di curi teknologi
Senyum anak cucu tanpa gigi
Mari pukul tifa deng menari..
Biarpun tanah adat sudah jadi kali
hutan ruba kulit
laut tinggal ari-ari
mari pukul tifa deng manari
biarpun suku tinggal hitung jari
id,02/april/2014, tegalrejo, bantul
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Sebab hari tak beraut mentari
Sinar malam yang di curi teknologi
Senyum anak cucu tanpa gigi
Mari pukul tifa deng menari..
Biarpun tanah adat su jadi kali
hutan ruba kulit
laut tinggal ari-ari
mari pukul tifa deng manari....
biarpun suku tinggal hitung jari
di bunuh tamu: dari pulau mati
id,02/april/2014, tegalrejo, bantul
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Pada suatu hari yang kejam.
Budi mau ke sekolah.
Ganti baju, minum susu, tidak lupa gosok gigi.
“Buk, Budi berangkat dulu ya.”
Ibu pertiwi tidak menjawab.
Budi melongok ke dapur lalu melihat ibu pertiwi.
Tampangnya kusut, pakaiannya berantakan dan matanya sembab.
Budi marah.
Sosok bangsat macam mana yang telah membuat ibu pertiwi sedih !
Di mana bapak pertiwi? Ibu pertiwi sudah jadi janda dan masih dicabuli. Memang anjing !
Jadi siapa yang telah membuat ibu pertiwi sedih?
Apakah si bangsat itu adalah mereka?
Yang menanam beton raksasa dan mengambil semua dengan paksa?
Atau apakah si bangsat itu adalah kalian?
Yang menumpang dan mengotori air udara tanah, menggusur alam atas nama pembangunan?
Atau apakah si bangsat itu adalah dia ?
Yang berjalan angkuh dan tamak. Sesekali mencari peluang, sumber daya mana lagi yang bisa di sikat ?
Babat terus tambang, sekalian laut, hutan, juga hewan!
Atau apakah si bangsat itu adalah saya ?
Bersembunyi di balik hati nurani yang katanya peduli, katanya cinta bumi, saya adalah omong kosong!
Saya tidak benar-benar cinta. Jijik betul merasa ibu pertiwi sungguh berarti, ikut menjerit ketika ia ternodai, mana yang lebih munafik apakah diri saya atau aksi ?
Pada suatu hari yang kejam,
Budi tidak berangkat ke sekolah.
Akal sehat budi meronta ingin lari selamatkan diri bersama ibu pertiwi.
Anak cicit Adam dan Hawa terlalu goblok dan jahat.
Manusia terlalu serakah dan merasa berkuasa.
Lihat itu,
Asap hitam pekat bergerak mendekat.
Mampus kau! Ibu pertiwi sudah sekarat!
Pada suatu hari yang kejam,
malam datang dan manusia mulai buta.
Ibu pertiwi gelap gulita, budi merangkak tanpa arah.
Apa perlu listrik untuk buka mata?
Atau cukup hanya sepercik bara?
Budi bingung. Ibu pertiwi sedih. Bapak pertiwi bodo amat.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
Queer, genderqueer, non-binary, non-hetero, pan, omni, gay, pagan, quaker.
whatever.
Labels may make people more easily digestable, but I don't want to be devoured by your limited paradigm.
I don't want your gut to strip me of my intricacies and **** them out only to be flushed away.
If you are trying to engulf me and break me down you will surely *****
I will make sure of it.
My name is Gian, and
My name is Gigi,
and I hope that even that
is hard for you to keep down.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
* Phae, light
phoe·nix
/ˈfēniks/
Nix, night
**...burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle.
-a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect.**
Joseph Campbell
The Sun on it's daily journey rises with shining rays upon it's sides at the horizon; the wings. The Sun is symbolically an Eagle who rises at dawn and soars the day until time for rest. The Hero's journey is based on these movements. ⁽ᑫᵘᵃᵐ ˢᵘᵘˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᶦᵗ⁾
PHOENIX
Night and Day combined in a cycle denoting the Sun's journey. ⁻ᴵᵇᶦᵈ
I am born again
so I must journey,
Paused in a trepidation
noon to my respite,
Moon she follows me
spirit sends my sojourn,
I burn on horizon
my form to ashes,
Tested by the darkness
lair of that beast.
Eclipsing the New Moon
broken her to pieces.
Followed by the dark
By my vanquished foe!
I arise anew, again
Dawn, day, dusk, night.
Naivete
The Fall
Ashes
Katabasis
Tribulation
Rebirth
Enlightenment/Ascension
King
8
OGDOAD
Og(cK): aga/okto/octo
Eight
⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ/ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ/ᴸᵃᵗᶦⁿ
Do(u)/ At: place of serpents
Place, temple/serpent, snake
⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ/ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ
The place of Serpents
Council of Eight Serpentine Gods
Duat
Heaven(s)
The eight unknown actions
-deities of elemental materials
Vasus
⁻ᴴᶦⁿᵈᵘ
Sun
Sky
Moon
Stars
Night
Weather
Water
Nature
A
PILLAR
DJED
pillar/spine
...connected to the serpent upon the rise.
THE
DRAGON'S
MOUTH
SPEWS
FORTH
FIRE
6
The fire of the Sun-
THE
DRAGON
IS WISE/ALL-KNOWING
WITH A KEEN GAZE
For the Moon is thought-
⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ/⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ
⁻ᴴᵒʳ⁻ᵐᵃˢ/⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ
And Charon means keen gazer-
⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ
INSIDE
HIS WINGS
ARE EYES, MANY EYES
-stars-
Gigi
Ig-gigi
Eyes, many eyes-
⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ
BES
A beast made up of animal parts-
...parts of the Zodiac/the animal circus
⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ
ZU-Bird
Zu
⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ
SOKAR
So
⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ
*Zu-So:/ˈzō/sō/;
Action/the sigil of Saturn, a repeated action:
-actions that repeat
8
⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ
<A FOURTH ALBUM WITH FOUR TITLES>
8
*KRONOS
⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ
SET
⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ
Saturn
⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ
8
...and his number is Eight...
...eight turned sideways is,
t i m e
OG
r e p e a t s
I N F I N I T Y
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
there is hope here the morning sun
leaves loaves of warm light on the doorstep
after he left - leaving a letter –
she realised the room had no windows
the light claimed a green pear
as she drank sweet tea
at 10.09 she was required
to generate her own light:
in Café Gigi she generated her own light
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
Gigi hopes Madame
Mouton won’t mind her
Trying on her new
Clothes after all when
Will she ever get
To buy such garments
And Madame has so
Many anyway
Surely, she would not
Care, but nonetheless
Gigi knows she must
Be careful not to
Leave any of her
Rather cheap perfume
All over the clothes
And not leave hairs
Or red smudges of
Lipstick. She puts on
The underwear and
Feels on her flesh the
Silky softness, the
Touch next to her skin,
The smoothness which is
So sensual. She
Parades around her
Mistress’s bedroom
Posing in front of
The mirror, trying
Not to imagine
Old Monsieur Mouton
Finding her there, she
Dismisses the thought
Like a naughty child
From a room. She pulls
On the dress and does
Up the buttons at
The back. Easier
Said than done; fingers
Fiddle, too many
Thumbs. Done it. She looks
Back at her new found
Reflection, does a
Turn around. Looks at
Her behind. She stands
Admiring the
Dress. Madame has so
Many; Gigi says,
I have so few. She
Listens. Is that her
Back home already?
Gigi undoes the
Buttons and pulls off
The dress over her
Head and takes off the
Silky underwear
And stuffs both items
Under the bed and
Climbs under herself.
The door opens and
Footsteps enter the
Room. Gigi? Madame
Mouton calls out loud.
Gigi? Where this that
Girl? You can never
Find her anywhere.
Maids, what can one do
With them? They are so
Lazy. Then Madame
Mouton leaves the room
And closes the door
Behind her, calling
Gigi’s name louder
And louder. Gigi
Breathes out and watches
A large black spider
Crawl across her thigh
And holds back with great
Effort the loud cry.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
ANG'O MOMIYO PINY MABOR? Agoyo erokamano Ne Nyasaye mosewara kuom tuoche,dhier kod masira.Kendo daher mar goyo erokamano gi chunya duto ne ji duto mosebedo ka konya kendo tala e yore mag rieko gi ngima.Ndikoni en achiel kuom weche masetemo mondo andik ne joherana kendo ji duto ma puonjore yore ngima kowuok kuom weche ma andiko . Nitiere ndalo moro mane asandora malit bang' akweda modhuro ,kendo ndalo mang'eny asetemo wuok kuom mibadhi gi masira go. Omiyo ne aneno kit dhano kane chandruok omako chunya,chandruok mar manyo rieko.Ji mangeny ne oweya kagiwacho ni gik matimo ok kare,ji matin ahinya emane obedo piny mondo owinj gimane chando chunya.Jogo duto agoyonegi erokamano. Omiyo kane andiko gigi chunya ne gombo mondo ji duto oyud rieko kawuok gi gik ma awacho gi. Ji mang'eny temo mondo oyud gik piny gi yore ma ok ber,an agoyo erokamano ne ruodha kuom taya e ler ka adimbora mondo abed ng'ato ma an kawuono. Andiko wechegi mondo uyud ler kowuok kuom puonjo madieri.Piny ka ok nyal res gi muma inyalo rese gi thum gi ndiko.Omiyo akao kinde mondo andik weche maneno ,ka pogo oganda e pinyka. An ajaote.Kik igoya lero nikech apogora gi mibadhi gi miriambo.Ruaka uru e chunyu,kendo ukao kinde uwinj weche matemo pimo. Ne Ji duto marito ndiko ma asebedo kandiko ndalo mane apondo e **** dhano,beduru mana gi kwe nikech chunya nikodu machiegni,aherou. -Synopsia mar Piny Mabor,Budding Dirt. "As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all."-Budding Dirt My mind is a sea of monarch butterflies. That flutter, all hella haphazard and disordered. As delicate as rice paper. And impatient. No matter how I chase them. I cannot catch them. Because while I’m clomping through the brush, swinging a net and crushing the seedlings, they are dancing from flower to flower, unperturbed by my pursuit. Flittering in the sun like the skittish memory of a dream in the light of day'-Budding Dirt
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Gigi remembers the frozen ***** with flowers
If she likes you, you get to know her first name
Cuisine in the sky is now Armagnac-free coffee
Gilles conflicted by gourmetless veal burger
To be sure to be sure I have the rubber chicken
Made tasty with a reasonably decent Sancerre
Tacky blue tape repair to swivel seat and desk
I hope the engines not maintained like this
Captain tells us not enough fuel get to Miami
Heart beats fast wondering if First Class first out
Oops now falling fast……
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Gigi,
life at home is
rough to say the least,
No it's hard
I know.
You didn't even tell anyone that you
graduated with honor roll
even through dealing with your mom.
You never got distracted
and I admired that.
That's a good thing..so why don't you want people
to be happy for you?
I gave you my phone number
at the last family reunion,
you never texted or called.
I try to reach out but
you push me away.
You insist on keeping your
problems to yourself..but I want you to burden me
if you feel like you would if you did vent to me.
I realize the moments that you let loose,
I see the real you.
The old you.
The you that never really left.
but when you realize it
You just start to close up again.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
Amy
Brian
Cynthia
Denise
Errol
Frank
Gigi
Hector
Izzy
Jazzy
Kara
Leo
Matt
Nick
Oscar
Patricia
Quintanilla
Richard
Summer
Trish
U(no one)
Veronica
Williams
X(no one)
Y(no one)
Z(no one)
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
to be
or maybe just
trying to be
to be or not
or yes
or like you were without truly being
well
let it be...
to get in
or sometimes out
of your own mind
as if you would not even care about exuberance or sorrow
naught or infinity
nothingness
endless
to lay/to stand
faling into a slumber is like an upside-down waking
one sleep with many dreams inside
a single step more or one less
in open space or hidden path
not knowing everything
nor nothing knowing about
yourself
down here all seems to be
strength/weakness/happiness
falls or rebounds
to be almost at all
or only to-cease-a-little-bit-to-be
light/abyss
finally
all seems not to be anything than always the same shamelesss
swollen from so much foolish tension/internal/but eternal/rather
flat/mat/fat/and mostly incorrigible
"This is the question"
by Gigi Caciuleanu, from "Miroirs"
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 4:51 PM UTC
It's been three years since you left,
three years of not hearing you in the kitchen on Sunday mornings,
three years of not seeing you sitting on a bed while you fold clothes,
three years of blowing out candles on a birthday cake without you around.
You left.
I can't make it any simpler than that.
It's been three years since I left, too.
You took something with you - a part of me that I didn't realize I had.
Three years of laying in bed and staring at a wall,
three years of going to therapy and speaking to a woman who can't be you.
You left.
It can't be more complicated than that.
Three years is a long time, did you know?
It's a long time without you,
I still wake up in the morning and think you're here.
Maybe it's because you left in the middle of the night, right before I fell asleep. You left in the most painful way - speaking in my ear, holding me.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Gigi.
You kept gripping my arm while you cried. It hurt and I'm not speaking about my arm.
Something within - that part of me you took.
You ripped it from me and took it with you into the night,
I want it back, please. That part of me was the
Me that loved you.
It was the better part of me,
the Me that wanted to breathe.
I don't want to breathe anymore.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
lesson one
your body belongs to the world. men are aloud to stare, to call from cars as red as your cheeks. other women are allowed to judge you, whisper at you behind your back. because in our world, it's way too common for a woman to be forced against each other, instead of together. it would be better if we were a team, not a country in the midst of a civil war. but ******** happens.
lesson two
you cannot be fat. if your legs are trunks and your hair is leaves, then you must be cut down. starve yourself down to a neutral frame, a canvas so to speak. then paint on ******* like mountains. teeth as white as snow. hair as blonde as sand. then you'll be the perfect landscape. the perfect girl.
that's all that matters.
lesson three
shave! take the razor and trim your gardens, for god's sake girl! no one will want you if you look like an overgrown yard that someone abandoned years ago. it's disgusting for one. no one wants to see something natural on a woman. at least, not men.
lesson four
men have standards that they've been shown. be thick-lipped, like kylie. be bootylicious like beyoncè. be thin like gigi.
be perfect.
lesson five
everything i ever learned was a lie.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Au, norii/Aïe les nuages/Ay, Las Nubes/Ouch the Clouds
et maintenant où sont les nuages blancs
qui ne savent pas rêver
qui ne peuvent pas voler, sans le vent du nord,
sans les coeurs des hommes.
(7.08. 2016)
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
I say why can't I be like her,
a supermodel...
like Gigi Hadid,
He says she's hot,
his words say,
I am pretty,
just pretty,
Gigi, living the life, dancing, walking the runway, dating Zayn,
but what do I get,
I get words to put in my head,
you're not hot,
she's hot, fuckable
Everything a guy wants,
I'm the second choice to every situation,
All he says when I say her name is...
she's hot,
Boys will be boys they say,
but I want a man.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
i had a nightmare
two nights ago
that i was running some
kind of winter errand
and had my family
and friends behind me
when at the top of the sagging
brown stairs before the darkly
scratched door i encountered
an unexpected sight
holly
spinning and twirling
in a black and white
polyester dress
curls bouncing as
she danced
she sang and
pounced on me
i tried to pull the
red scarf on my
head over my face
but it was too late
she was after me with
an aggressive laying on
of hands and smearing a
full bottle of bubblegum
scented anointing oil all
over my face and clothes
i was hoping for
some kind of backup
but my friends were gone
like we were fourteen again
and it was my job to
make a pastoral request
or deal with the questions
except this time they were
somewhere further away
than just behind me
and she was pulling
on me and my parents
were pushing me
further into the room
which was lined with
a dozen folding tables
and a single woman
at each one
gigi was there
and judith and a
lot of other people
whose faces i can't
recall and they were
all carrying on a
great deal and as
soon as they saw me
they all converged
on me asking how i
had been and what
i had been doing and
trying to make me
dance and praying
and shouting and
singing and hollering
in tongues and
my parents were
insisting this was
what i really needed
and i couldn't breathe
the side door was
cracked open car
outside but the more
i fought to get away
the more they held
me down i could smell
the cold winter air and
was so close and yet
so far from escape
i had a nightmare
two nights ago
and you might
call it a dream but
i call it a nightmare
because i woke up
gasping for air and
twisting in my sheets.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Personally I never knew you
But like you I had a very touched soul.
I can't say I was a fan of course, since I rooted for LeBron.
Every shot l take now I won't say "Kobe"
I will however say "For Kobe" and "GiGi"
No one should have to go the pain of losing a loved one and to lose a daughter.
The heavens weep
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
Tears sting my eyes when I read the words.
They never loved you. If they did, they wouldn't have hurt you.
That's not true. Sometimes the people we love hurt us and they don't mean to, deep down.
Sometimes the people we love yell at us when they're angry and sometimes they leave in the middle of the night.
They still love me even if they don't apologize afterwards or return in the morning.
Tears sting my eyes when I remember the words.
They are the same people that said this:
We are so proud of you, Gigi. You will always be our little girl. We love you so much.
The same mouth that yelled at me when he wanted me to leave him alone. The same eyes that cried heavy tears into my shoulder when she left.
It doesn't matter if they're the same. Either way, they love(d) me.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
In the end, everyone forgets.
There's a distant memory of me sitting in the passenger seat of a car -
my mom is driving and it's nighttime.
I'm very little.
Outside, it's pitch black except for a few sparse city lights in the distance and the never-ending stars above. In front of us, there is only a dark road.
I start crying all of a sudden. Heavy tears make me shake and it's as if there's a violent wave racking my small body from side to side, forcing me to drown.
"Gigi? What's wrong?"
I cry harder. She wants to know why I'm sad, of course she does. It's just making my chest hurt because I can't say it. I don't know how. Please, don't make me say it.
"Sweetheart..."
She rubs my arm and I look out the window, wiping away my truths. I look into that void and see it as clear as the slash of a blade.
"You're going to be dead one day."
In the end, everyone forgets.
It's the only thing I can hold onto in this life, even if it slips through my fingers and leaves nothing behind.
It's the only thing I've ever known and ever will be.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC