If you surrender your rights to others, they will write your story. So don’t be surprised when your character suffers or gets written out.
Take control! You can be the author of your own darn story. So stop wasting time and start writing!
Well? What are you waiting for?
Sending you hugs from Brooklyn. Guady G
It’s not about the story written
It’s about the story yet not told
Sending you hugs from Brooklyn
You stole my heart
Oh that night you did abscond after saying of me you were so fond.
You were a mere blip in my memory bank but from the present you did me yank
When I saw you had emailed from a ship that had already sailed
Catapulting me to the darn past full of memories that were a blast
What did it all signify? An impulse? Love? Or once again to defy?
I wrote back hoping it meant something but to him who absconded it meant nothing
Only a few words to mystify. A peek from where he does hide
Was the plan to make my heart go astir? Tell me! Tell me something sir!
It’s not fair to rise from the abyss. Knowing your words I surely did miss
You just severed the last ties of our bond by choosing to once again abscond
A ghost can be Casper all it wants but not to this girl who knows what she wants
Oh honeybee sweet honeybee, I know now you really don’t love me
Don’t you even worry about me. I’m as happy as can be
I want to hate you but I can not. You are my muse and I just wrote a lot
Let me know what you think about my poem. My muse doesn’t amuse me with his antics. I send you hugs from Brooklyn. Guady G
Silence, oh silence I can hear it loudly It communicates to me That there are no words Only silence
Wretched me to be surrounded by loudness Yet all I hear is your silence
Utter a sound Please do it now Before my hearing Starts disappearing
And all you shall say Will be but for me Nothing But mere silence
Happy Sunday my lovelies. Sending you hugs from Brooklyn. Let me know if this makes you think of any experiences.
While on the bus I was filled with thoughts of us
I’m not sure if you are still someone I can trust
I keep thinking that leaving you is a must
But I’m not leaving because this is my house
So you gotta go you pathetic uncaring louse
Don’t even try to say it wasn’t your fault
Shut up because you were caught
Don’t come back and harass me anymore
Leave I said let me show you the door.
Hugs from Brooklyn Guady G