I yell, I scream and I shout
Yet I am not found
They don’t see I’m around
I’m invincible to all
I have no sound. I have no call.
I am nothing. I got lost.
All of me at what cost.
My sound not heard!
No sound is heard.
But I’m here
Even if you wish I disappear
Sorry I haven’t written in so long. Just want to say I love you all. We may not know one another but we are connected through our words. Sending much love from Brooklyn.
Oh, how I miss how it used to Be
It was just me and my honey Bee
Then he left me that s oh B
This week I have bees buzzing in my head. Hope you enjoy.
Hugs from Brooklyn
What do you do if the honey isn’t flowing? Do you tend to the bees and risk getting stung? Perhaps it just isn’t your honey for the taking..
Have a grand evening.
Look at me! I’ll show you who you truly are. I’m sorry if at times you don’t like who is staring back at you.
I can’t hide you from you. You are beautiful to me despite your imperfections. So please don’t use me to hurt yourself. Love yourself as I love you.
I’m just the regular kind
Not the fun house find
No distortion here
Just you and me
So go ahead and smile
Just like that
I decided to post two today since I did not post on Tuesday. I said everyday so here it is. I hope you enjoy.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Please stop complaining about your job! Trust me, mine is worse. Sure the boss may ask you to say late or come in earlier but my job is 24 hrs.
Sure you wish you had another job. You are lucky because you can quit. I can’t for I was created for just one purpose in mind. Frankly, I think it stinks like shh it! Phew!!
Come on I sport nice white clothes to work only to be covered in stool, urine and sometimes blood. If that’s not enough sometimes I have to work as a tissue and get covered in snots. I bet your job ain’t so bad now.
I’ve had it with my employment and sometimes I just won’t budge. When you try to take a piece of me, you can’t grab me. You pick and pick and get only shreds of me. That is my sweet revenge! I am laughing as you get annoyed. Ha! Ha! Ha!
I don’t like being taken for granted. I’m always being used. My white clothes gets all gross and then I’m thrown away. You don’t even think about me. It’s so routine for you. Sure when I’m not in the room you freak out. I’m needed but only appreciated when I’m gone. Why don’t you say thank you when I am present?
So stop complaining about your job. I have the most shitty job. I still can’t believe that some people call me Charmin. There ain’t nothing charming about my job.
Wiper of assests
Thank you for taking an interest in my blog. In my opinion everything that takes up space in the universe is made of matter. All matter gives off energy. Do inanimate objects have emotions too? Lets just play it safe. Lets appreciate each other and give thanks for everything we have in our lives. Yes that includes toilet paper.
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.
A dog and its bark breaks the silence as I lean on the bark of a tree. Contemplating nature and all its beauty. My own beauty in its natural state as well.
What are we to do but remain silent and listen to the echoes of our forefathers? If not we risk falling prey to absolute silence, not even an echo of a sound in our surround. Nothingness! The void! Erased!
Stop! Press record and go forwards with your own sound. Make it real loud. Let others know you are around. You aren’t invisible! You are invincible!
With much love and hugs from Brooklyn