Bang Crack Pow

I was created to kill on the battlefield. Today I don’t like the way I feel. Sometimes I wish I had never been created. With all these killings I just hate it.

When I’m seen I know I instill fear. But I don’t like taking lives that others hold dear. What the heck is going on? If I had legs I would run. Innocents dying, shooters lying.

I want to implode. Hate when schools explode. Why was I created? Innocent people are dying, nations crying and I just hate myself. Please please please if you own me keep me hidden high on a shelf. Don’t want to be in little hands for I’m not a toy. I’m a weapon to deploy.

So as you can see my life isn’t fun. Oh, how I hate being a gun. I end lives when I’m fired. I can’t wait to be retired.

The word gun was suggested by a wonderful man named Christopher P.

Thank you for reading.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Anyone else have a word for me? Bring it.

Encase Me Not!

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!
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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.

With Love
Guady G

The Paper Chronicle is back

Oh, Paper you are so pure and white!
I want to put my ink on you, all through the night.

Penned with love
The Pen πŸ–Š

Sending many hugs from Brooklyn.
Guady G

To Know Or No?

I’m curious. I want to know what you thought about when you first woke up this morn. Also did you let out a sigh? Did you yawn? I want to know so comment below.

Don’t be shy. Give it a try.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

I will start by stating I woke up thinking about you and all your grandeur. Your turn. I double dog dare you.

Captain or Capsize

I was lost adrift on a squall to a destination without much certainty. But now with love as my sail I can withstand anything. I am no longer afraid to navigate these waters. I will not be idle. I will take command of the helm and I will sail until I’m home.

With much love
Guady G