A new hello
A new beginning
A sweet blessing from above
With someone new to love
Hugs and kisses
Guadalupe Macias MD.
aka Guady G
I saw you and sensed it had to be you.
Your look quite different but your soul still imbues.
I long for the closeness I know we’ve shared.
We just met so I know you’re scared.
You don’t remember me but I’m not done
For I long for our bodies to be meshed as one.
If I hug you I’ll never stop
If I kiss you it’ll be over the top
I know in your body our memories lie dormant
I know in your heart also lies some remnant
Of us being a pair,
Of all the love we did share.
So please don’t walk away just yet.
We aren’t strangers although we just met.
So hug me, kiss me, then take me!
I want to awaken in you our memory.
Have you ever met someone and felt like you already knew them? Have you ever kissed someone for the first time yet it felt so familiar? Their loudness doesn’t bother you and neither does their silence. You are not with them yet you feel calm because their presence is felt wherever you go. It is a grand feeling indeed. Has this ever happened to you?
I am a paper that has seen its share of stories being written. Some ended shortly, some ended happy, and some sadly. But the worst kind of story ever written is the one that never was written. As a paper I wonder if the pen perhaps had no more ink left to write.
I am a paper white as can be. Is your pen able to write on me?
Namaste my pretty people. Thank you so much for reading my blog. I once was asked why I write. I write because I love writing and because it connects me with beautiful people in this world. We all have voices that need to be heard. We all have messages for this world that seems to be falling apart day by day. Our writing can help motivate, and cultivate a brighter tomorrow. Keep writing.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Forgotten memories attained
Now my love unrestrained.
As I sat by my window I heard bird chirping coming from outside. I looked out the window and saw a bird fly by. I extended my right hand and the bird flew to me. It then sang the most beautiful of songs.
I wondered why the beautiful bird sang alone. As I held the small bird in my hands I noticed it was wounded. Poor little bird was bleeding on the area below its right wing. My heart raced and I became sad. For some reason I really cared for the bird.
The bird then took flight but faithfully returned everyday and sang its melody to me. I can’t begin to tell you the elation I felt. I was invisible in the world and it all changed the moment the bird came to me. I was no longer invisible! I was special! I was loved!
But one day the bird didn’t come. I missed it so much. Where did it go? What had I done wrong? As I wondered, a thought came to mind. His wound had healed and now it did sing among the other birds. I extended my arm out the window praying it would come to me like before but the bird just flew right by. I felt pain in my chest, and put my head down and I cried.
Three days later I heard chirping coming from outside. I ran to the window and saw that my beautiful bird chirped the loudest among the others. The melody was directed towards me and I was ecstatic. With utmost excitement I extended my right hand but once again the bird didn’t fly to me. I was sad but I smiled because at that moment I realized how much he loved me too.
Hugs from Brooklyn
This entry is placed in dedication to Anaya Ruiz age 11 for requesting something she could read. This story is about love and purity. Sometimes the love is there but we can’t be with those we love. Anyone have a story to share? I love to write but I also love to read.