anthony giglio
Bio
I'd love to but, all my writing would be augmented to a persona in a way manipulated by my bio. If I say I am a saint, you'll either believe me or think the opposite. How bout you use your mind and decide who I am, then tell me.
Stories (20/0)
Tick, tick, tick
Every fiber of your being. We could never come back from that. People pay with their blood, their pain, their morals, and their souls to preserve your perversions to humanity, and you bask? As the sun does, the shade equally covers the light. Tick, tick, tick.
By anthony giglioabout a year ago in Poets
41 words with more everything than your being has ever been.
In this house you’ve left me in, I’ve felt haunted. Not because your love hovers in blank spaces, but because you show me, clearly, how ignorant I was to allow you to die here. And again, as always, I’m at fault.
By anthony giglioabout a year ago in Poets
Helsinki sinking
You keep showing me I am “less than”, and I kept believing you. But there is irony in this joke you think is reality. As you have always been “less than”, and I have always carried you with your head held, while ensuring it stayed above the waves, all while I drowned. I breathed water knowing it would cost me my life, for your life, and for your solace. And I would do it again a thousand times over, even if I knew it would only provide me with the masterpiece in front of me, which is your shame. What was your delusional idealism of the outcome? Did you miss who I am so much that you thought I would just let you win? Do I seem like a person that would just give up? Oh, yeah, maybe I do. Maybe because you made me smaller than you at every corner, and then believed your own lies to think of me as weak. I was not , and I am not, and I will never be weak. I let you grasp, maybe even become obese in your facade of happiness, even if it was at my peril. You are nothing now. Nor have you ever been, anything close to the place my imagination and my grace excelled you to. I guess I gave so much that you became greedy. Well, so be it, have your cake, eat it too. But, you, you manipulative fucking amateur of self loathing, with your cheeks stuffed beyond their limits…Please know, that I see the pig you have always been. I saw it at first sight. I decided that I would roll around in the shit with you, because otherwise, you would just be rolling in shit alone. Superior to me? That is what you had told me. Superior to Americans? Your education that was paid for by Finland, and your made up society driven accolades. Though my debilitating disability kept me from that luxury, and I’ve still ended up smarter than you. It’s because I have empathy, you have nothing, or apathy (essentially the same). You are animate about your causes, causes you have never shed a tear for, blood for, or any support besides trying to boost your inflated, yet fake, ego. I have been at your level, yes once before, then I inhaled my first breath. Your dedication to being apathetic?Is akin to a joke at a funeral to me. Inappropriate, and utterly equally dysfunctional to the society you curse and direct any blame for your suffering. All while abusing it by stealing its resources for your greed. You own nothing, yet you naturally blame everyone? You may find your happiness, sorry I mean delusion, but it will never be pure. Purity cannot purify the embodiment of evil you are. You had one light shinning on you, and now, the curtains are closed, the house lights dimmed, and you will look for someone else to clap for you. Did you ever pause to ponder; “Are the claps for me or because they are relived to see the curtain rather than my show?” I can assure you it is, and has always been because they did not have to see another second of your self serving lies. I would glow if I had the ability to be your reckoning, but I will have to leave it in the capable hands of karma. You made yourself this way, and the longer you play these games the harder it will be to become even a half decent human being. And through it all, my arms are open to you. I love you, and will roll around in the shit with you in hopes you’d become anything more, maybe even find empathy.
By anthony giglioabout a year ago in Humans
Lulu, I think?
This dog who sits in the freezing cold, in the rain, in the yard is not much far off from me. She loves her pet parent’s unconditionally, but they do not want anything to do with her. Does she blame herself like I do? Does she have the ability to see things that way? I hope not for her sake. She is a dog and sometimes dogs bark. Sometimes dogs bite. But it is not malicious till it is. They are not barking and biting for pleasure. It is simply of defense. We are not any different when it comes to that, we are much worse. She can’t tell them why she is hurt, but maybe she is better for that. Nothing gets to your core like telling someone what they are doing is hurting you, and then they continue to do just that. It must be me right? I did not wag my tail the right way, I did not eat my food at the pace they determined is what I should have? Or, maybe the worst of them all, I loved them too much. Well how do I balance? I am just a fucking dog. I’m an animal, as are you. And, and, you should have fucking known better. You are going to turn your back on me while I am actively giving everything I have? Everything your “training” provided me? Then it is my fault for misbehaving? I do not understand the games you subject me to anymore, as if I ever did. But, I know what love feels like, I know I have it, I know it has no conditions, and now I know, it is empty. It is a war I never stood a chance in. I fought anyway. That is what you do for love, you fight losing battles knowing the war will be lost. You do it not because you’re brave, not because anyone made you, but because you gave your heart and expected one in return. How can I know when you beat me that you are doing what is right when it is so natural , like breathing, that you are abusing me? Because you put out some dry food that is only prolonging this madness? If you do not want my love then let me starve. I I am okay with starving, even welcoming to it, if I’m not enough. I live, and I do everything, yes even what you call being “bad”, I do for you. For your love, for your acceptance. For maybe the chance to sleep inside instead of in the 34 degrees rain tied to a tree. If I can’t have it, why are you keeping me here, trapped in this cage, in seclusion, in the cold, alone, and heartbroken, because, I do not know what you want from me for you to love me. I have given you everything, and I I am nothing? I have no worth to you? You eat your steak or your fast food, and there is no thought of me suffering in the cold? Hungry for food, for affection, for fucking acceptance? Well you have pushed me too far. The next time my teeth show know that I would bite you if I didn’t love you so god damn much. I am no longer begging for you to love me. If I have to beg, did you ever in the first place? I have found more affection from the stranger that feels my anguish, and is respectful by not playing with his dog while I am outside. And…I am always outside. I still have love to give, I just wish anyone had love to give me.
By anthony giglioabout a year ago in Petlife