Who am I if I can’t please you?
Who am I if I feel no pleasure?
I’ve become numb, quite dumb to have forgoten that you were rotten! I’m a treasure not here at your disposal! Not here for just your pleasure! I chose to feel and to turn the wheel cause I’m going far! Far away from you! No more turning back for you to direct me. I chose to be free! I know I’ll be okay, cause I’ve got me!!
Story inspired by a brave individual!
Have a great weekend. Hugs from Brooklyn
Let out all your words of disdain!
Punch me with all your might!
Do you think if you break me I will cease to exist?
You are so wrong!
For in every shattered piece you will still see yourself.
In a maze
Who are you to beseech all of me?
You are zero!
Not the one!
You’re not the hero!
You’re not the sun!
I will walk out of the shadows!
I am alive! I am me!
Among the silence I miss your voice and in the midst of all the noises I miss your quietude. Thank you.
Love Guady G
Dear Gym member
Who you calling a dummy? Oh hell to the no! That’s right I heard what you said to your friends. I am made of concrete or cast iron so I’m super strong. Don’t forget that!
You the weakling cause you need me to get strong. If you shake me I don’t make a sound but yet you say I’m a bell. I think you are the big dummy here.
P.S. Be careful what you call me or I might just fall on your foot.
Weight Training Dept.
I look pretty in designs and in basic black. With me in your hands I’ll always have your back.
I can lay quietly in your closet or in your locker. I hang well on a hook it’s no shocker.
I protect you from the sun and the rain even if you say carrying me around is a pain. You keep forgetting me on the damn train! Now, where’s your brain?
I can protect you from snow, sleet and hail. Sorry but after sometime I do become frail.
When I’m overused and all tattered
you discard me as if my life didn’t matter.
The next time you hold one of us remember what you just read. Say thank you or get wet instead.
Humberto the Umbrella
We must never forget our worth. We are valuable even if others don’t see us that way. May you have a beautiful day. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
You dismissed me. You said you were done with me. You said I had reached my limit.
You used me and now you just leave looking all proud sporting that leather and strap. I still serve a purpose you know.
When you go about your day and forget something don’t run back to search me over! I’m done being your daily planner, you stupid brown briefcase!
Good morning my fellow bloggers and readers something I love doing is giving life to inanimate objects. I wasn’t sure what to write about so I asked my daughter for an object. She said briefcase. I realized that everything that occupies space has relationship to us and other objects. Everything serves a purpose even if we don’t understand it. So if there are relationships then surely there must be emotions too. You know I really love writing. Don’t you? Do you have an object for me? I want to challenge myself this week and I will give you credit for the object. Have a great Sunday.