I’m Free

I was full of hope walking the high tightrope when I lost my balance and fell. No one heard me yell out for help not even you.

I found myself hopeless and alone. I kept asking the shadow cast on the wall to pull me up. Finally I put my arm back down. It was numb just like my broken legs.

Would I just rot and my dust be taken away by the wind? Who would know I ever existed?

You? You the one that abandoned me after telling me I could fly high?

You? You the one that said you would care for me if I fell?

You? You the one that clipped my wings when I wasn’t aware?

I trusted you but I was foolish to do so.

But my fate will not be sealed by your jealousy and hatred of me.

I will muster all my inner strength and crawl on my numb broken limbs. I shall escape this mental cage you put me in. I will fly again too except this time you won’t be able to catch me for I will be free.

A Wasted Life


Every time I think life is unfair, I stop and think about 911 and those departed due to Covid-19. I think of those that were never given a chance at life. I get flooded with thoughts of babies dying, cancer thriving and then I think of you.

It isn’t fair that you don’t give a damn. You get to boast about the damages you have done. You get to laugh at the pain you have inflicted on others. You are unjust. You have no soul. You are just rotten at your core. It is you that shouldn’t be walking on this earth anymore!

I am upset but I know that the universe has plans for you. You may have a foot on the head of the lesser man today but tomorrow is another day. You just wait.

Karma is waiting for you. So keep on laughing you little foolish man cause you just don’t have a clue.

Thank you for reading my darlings. Woke up a tad bit bothered but now it’s gone. Don’t you just love writing? It’s therapeutic and liberating.

With much love Guady G

That hot night. . .


Last night I was woken up by a loud banging on the door. No, not that banging. Laughing to myself right now. It was a loud pounding on my living room door. I don’t quite recall what I was dreaming about so needless to say it must have been blah! What the heck? It was 2 am and I had to work the next day. What the . . . …

Who was it? I’ll tell you soon but first Continue reading “That hot night. . .”

If Utensil could speak. . . . .

Dear Cutler

I hope you are keeping safe from those that cut like blades. I am writing to request a favor. I feel so alone in these drawers.

I would love some company. Wondering if you can help. I wanna fork so badly right now. I crave the spoons as well. I hear the table and the tea have also been complaining.

I admit I’m so knife to think it could be that simple but I don’t know who else to ask.

Sincerely
The lonely boning knife.

Dear Followers:

You won’t find a long post here. Just a short note saying I hold you dear.

I’m grateful you took the time to read this post. I feel seen and not like a ghost.

Thank you for reading , liking and following my blog. It means so much to me. If I knew how to send individual messages to each of you I would. Stay safe my lovely readers.

Hugs from Brooklyn,

Guady G