Ahh to be free. . .

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
Guady G

To Be Present Is A Present

Tear upon tear
A kaleidoscope
Collection of my fears
Surmountable over the years

You with your gentle touch
A mere memory now forgotten
Your kind words an echo
In the distance

Today I’m in my present
In the know
In the now

With all my love,
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Go Ahead! Look at me!

Go ahead!
Let out all your words of disdain!

Hate me!
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.

Signed
The Mirror

Words? Is that all?

Letters flowing
Consonants
Vowels
Forming words

My words
Your words
Intertwining
Sometimes lost in defining

You say I hear
Your silence
Breaking our sentences
Commas, spaces and deletions
Now I speak alone
No words left
Just
Consonant or vowel Y

Have a grand day. Hugs from Brooklyn. May we choose our words wisely or we risk speaking to the silence. Who will hear us then?

Guady G

Pen, pen, pen, Oh, pen!

Dear beloved Pen

I am a paper yellowed and forgotten, for on me you have chosen to write nothin.

How I miss your point gliding upon me so! Now you keep away. Oh so much woe!

Remember when we met. Yes! Yes!

You were leaky, abandoned and forgotten. I liked you and invited you to write on me somethin.

I didn’t care about your barrel size or your clicker being old. I still let you write on me the stories you never had told.

Why did you stop letting your ink just flow? Come back! I miss you so!

Namaste
Guady G

Have a beautiful day! May your pens not get leaky. May the holder not be sneaky. We are beautiful paper to be handled with love and care. May fools not come on us and cause tears.