About gillianleeza



Date Joined:
25 Nov 2015
Last Visit:
22 Jan 2018
Page Viewed:
3,526 times

gillianleeza's Friends

Favourite Stories gillianleeza's story followers »

No favourite stories listed.

Following Who's following gillianleeza »

Not following any authors

Latest Forum Posts More forum posts »

Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 21 Jan 2018 13:21

Windows open!

Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 21 Jan 2018 13:20


Topic: I am
Posted: 21 Jan 2018 13:17

I am enjoying the unseasonably warm day we are having. Windows open for the first time in a long while. Won't last but it is nice to feel a warm breeze coming in.

Topic: It's Hard To Be The New One On The Block
Posted: 16 Jan 2018 20:47

I have enjoyed my time here. It's a nice friendly place to hang out and get comfortable. Whether you're a reader or author or both. I never thought I'd ever write anything but I surprised myself. Welcome, and enjoy!

Topic: Use One Word to Describe How You're Feeling
Posted: 05 Jan 2018 23:54


Topic: Black and White Photos
Posted: 05 Jan 2018 23:52


Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 04 Jan 2018 20:54


Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 28 Dec 2017 14:59


Topic: Today, I am grateful for
Posted: 28 Dec 2017 14:56

Healthy family members and a working furnace in this deep freeze weather we are having.

Topic: Insomnia
Posted: 28 Dec 2017 14:52

I have been sleeping better but that may be because everyone has been trading a flu bug back and forth in my house and I am exhausted by the end of the day.

Just a little poem for the sleepless among us.


I think I may be awake tonight for some reason. Perhaps that nap I snuck in has something to do with it.


back to top

Stories Published By gillianleeza All Stories »

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, The Inspector Arrives

Looking closer, I realize who shambling man is. My ex, G, Garbageman. I should have known. He never could resist anything in polyethylene. I stand up, adjust my cocktail umbrella "dress", ready to confront that no good ex-garbageman. I'm about to grab his arm when I see the Glad lady has returned dressed in an orange bag. That was always our color. Ready to tell him what I think,...

Added 22 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 26 | 3 Comments

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags

Head throbbing I open my eyes. "Why am I still in the bar?" I remember ordering a few non-virgin Hannahs. The table in front of me is covered in cocktail umbrellas. I look down aware that I am wearing an "outfit" made entirely of cocktail umbrellas. It gets worse. I notice the "exercise" pole has several umbrellas stuck to it. "Oh god, what happened?" I risk a furtive look around the...

Added 21 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 74 | 6 Comments


Don't touch without intent Your fingers graze my soul A scar's path in its wake My heart's not for rent Only passion and zest Will I accept these days Arouse me with words Rise above the rest Pieces of my heart I hold close and protect Darkness lurks deep inside No more pulling apart Another change to mend Broken wings time to heal Our future not certain Certainly, not the end Sin now...

Added 14 Jan 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 63 | 5 Comments

Misery Loves Company

As a parent, you warn your kids about the dangers of the world.  Hopefully, they grow up safe and sound, after heeding your good advice. I had managed to do just that, I raised three boys to their mid-twenties and they are good men.  I proudly passed on my sense of humor and sarcastic outlook on life to them. I was not aware that I had passed on one other thing.  The idea that if you are...

Added 04 Nov 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 237 | 11 Comments

Brain Betrayal

I will never understand or heed the voices bouncing around and ricochetting trying to lead Damaged connections and tissue warp any sense I ever have of me Self-worth not the only issue Fighting with myself at night Wanting all and nothing I can never find the light Value others see in me Perhaps they are blind And clearly, cannot see I've just been cast In a life I never chose Each...

Added 24 Oct 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 186 | 11 Comments

Recommended Read Learning to Fly

Dear Dad, I should have done this so much sooner but I am a procrastinator as you well know. Sharing my thoughts with you now is the very least I can offer. Soon you won't remember my words and perhaps not even my face. Fate is cruel, stealing your memories but leaving your body healthy and intact. From the time I was little I always felt safe with you. We had so much fun and not always...

Added 20 Sep 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 301 | 10 Comments

Gillian and the Three Mole Stories

Mole Story One I can't recall when I first realized I had a mole under my arm. It was located in the center of my armpit. Early grade school is my best guess. For the most part, I was blissfully unaware of its presence. Doctors had assured my Mother that it was harmless and there was no need to remove it. It was in third grade that my awareness of it became more pronounced. In those...

Added 06 Jul 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 229 | 8 Comments


Chemistry is a thief More than once it has tried to addle my brain Now it threatens my sight Chemistry is a friend Trying to help in the war The fight to regain my steps Not sure for how long or how brief Chemistry is a curse Will I recover and still See colors, hues, and light For now, I feel only grief Chemistry to battle is my plan A familiar fight but now involving my sight Time...

Added 01 Jul 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 199 | 11 Comments

We Always Go On

You used to worship and love all parts of me, do you still? Easy to do when things were tight firm and new Staring in my mirror, I see So many scars, flaws, surely you do too? Approaching from behind a kiss placed at the base of my neck Shh, stop, now's not the time I feel your lips travel and taste their way down to a scar on my arm Lingering, I try to pull away from you Hands turn me...

Added 25 Apr 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 243 | 8 Comments

Scars to Tattoos

I no longer need to make marks on me A professional who tattoos has set me free When certain thoughts return and intrude back into my life for reasons unknown I try to quiet them appease, silence the poison but I am unable to stop or cope I wear a myriad of scars Self-inflicted not that long ago Shocking and saddening myself family and friends at a time when I was so very low The...

Added 17 Apr 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 220 | 7 Comments

back to top

Attach a note to this member, which only you can see.

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this profile page is inappropriate.