Category: Self love

Does a yellowed torn paper have any value?

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I am a paper yellowed and torn.
You want to discard me and for this I mourn.

My appearance now seems so worthless.
No longer white I serve you no purpose.

Perhaps my expiration is long overdue
You’re a big dummy and you have no clue
Of my worth and all that I can do.

There’s a few things I must admit to you.

Your pen is quite leaky.
The words it writes quite sneaky.

You too are outdated.
You are the one that is jaded.

I maybe yellowed and torn but now I’m stronger.
Get your pen out of my face, I don’t need it any longer!

I ask myself  why do people rather read stories of pain and agony instead of love.  Why is it that books of tortured love are more popular than books about just loving without the pain?  Do we need to feel pain to feel the pleasure of love? Why? I don’t get it. Can someone shed some light?  Isn’t to be loved  our given right? We were babies and everyone just loved us for existing. Why as we age it has to come with proof and follow-up questions? Why do you love me? Isn’t too soon to say you love me?  All I know that this world is becoming more cynical, more cold and more detached.  It scares me. Does it scare you?

Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

No ink?

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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
Love always
Guady G.

Free

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I’m no longer hiding
I’m going to be me
Your acceptance doesn’t matter
Cause now I’m free
Closed door no more
Loving me at my core
Free

Good day my beautiful people.  Always be who you are meant be!  Work where you feel most happy.  Date those that make you shine.  Keep company of those that lift you up.  It’s time to let all negativity go. But first look in the mirror and learn to love yourself.  It always starts with you.  Do you agree or disagree? 

Namaste
Guady G.

This Thorn, This Splinter

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Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt

Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend

So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it!  I too am jaded.

Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.

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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

Stay or Go?

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Standing at the door not knowing whether to stay or go.  I loved you once but now I just don’t know.  Sometimes I want to walk out but I stop and think of all we’ve been through. The laughter echoes while tears fall upon my face.  I can’t shake the pain. Now there’s only disdain.

Should I assuage myself by pretending it never occurred?  Could I remain at bay when your gusts of inconsistencies bludgeoned my hull and my rudders?  I’m so lost I shudder.

Yet here I stand with each foot juxtaposed before the door.  I long for peace and happiness that comes from being apart.  I’m frightened to go and frightened to stay.  Is it possible any other way? Is it?

When I’m in a slumber I dream of running outside and bursting into laughter. That would bring me great joy.  Do I dare do it? Is this a game? Am I the toy? What to employ?

I realize I must make a choice to leave or stay.   This causes such dismay!  I have been yelling for you to go but it is I that must decide. The more I knew you the less I knew myself!  My soul has left and I must follow.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

I am happy to state that my divorce was amicable. I love his new wife and son. My ex-mother-in-law never stopped loving me. We always kept in contact and despite having advanced Alzheimers she would sometimes share lucid moments with me. She recently passed on and I miss her. My ex-father in law always would call to check on me. He was such a funny guy and he passed on various years before his wife. I will write a blog just about them in the future.

Key message is be happy.