Arise!


His life had ended in such bloodshed
His heart had stopped they all said

He should have stayed home instead
But he didn’t so now he’s dead

Arise from your slumber I heard someone say
I couldn’t believe it. No way!
The man woke up and saw another day

Do you believe in miracles? I do but then again I have witnessed them. Have you? Sending hugs from Brooklyn.

Guady G

Are you curious? Read on.

Hey fellow bloggers I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate each and every one of you that has taken time to read my blogs. I started writing around two years ago. Sometimes I write great content and other times it’s just okay. Some of my friends ask me why I write if only a few people are going to read it. Continue reading “Are you curious? Read on.”

Letter to my Aunt In Heaven

Dear Aunt aka Tia Toya

Today is your birthday just one day before mine. I wish I could call you on the landline. You departed this life to live up above. But a day doesn’t pass without me feeling your love.

You were my Tia and also my friend. You thought I was silly and sometimes a bit insane. But it didn’t matter cause you loved me just the same.

You were at times quiet but always thinking. You were selfless in loving despite the tears you were blinking.

You sometimes scolded others but for their own good. In certain aspects you were misunderstood.

You were my mother’s sister and confidant. At the parties you were the most radiant.

I really miss calling you today. But I heard your voice when I put my hands together to pray.

Happy birthday Tia. I Love you.

Your niece Guadalupe Macias

Strange ain’t it?

Do you get it? Sometimes as writers we pour our hearts and soul into our writing and get no likes. Then other times we just write for the heck of it and everyone loves it. Does it make you wonder? Do you ponder about it?

We check stats and there are readers everyday of our material. So the question remains. Do we write because we are passionate about it or simply to be liked? Do we have a message we want to convey? Is it a popularity contest? Who are we competing against? Hmm just more questions. Anyone have any answers? Why do you write? I’m interested.

I write because when I was 9 years old I discovered that I could put my feelings in a poem. It was cathartic. I loved rhyming and it was fun too. How old were you?

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G