Category: beautiful
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Journal Post: Honest Moment & Family Issues
I’m gonna keep it real. Recently, I have endured uphill battles that have changed me for the better… I think. For the rest of this month, in addition to poems I intend on giving you more blog posts about those experiences and the efforts I made to overcome them. Last week, my family had a…
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Writing Poetry
Poems write themselves Like heartbreak creating tears Courage driving away doubt and fear The pen moves like water Across a tin rooftop During a rainstorm And the heavy flow refuses to stop Forever dripping words of beauty and truth Tales of hope Moments centered around growth And the follies of youth Poems write themselves As…
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Just be Beautiful
Let’s just be beautiful. Smile and wink. Laugh don’t think. Shake off your worries. Move quick, talk slick and hurry. Conversations like muddy puddles. Mist falls but fails to saturate. In the midst of a life predicated by happiness that forgets to deliberate. Let’s just be beautiful. Love always, Esha
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Thank God Christmas is Over
The hanging mistletoe has dried out in mid-air The pine needles of trees That once had presents under them now decorate living rooms Without a cause or reason outside of holiday inertia The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg dissipate The candy canes that reek of peppermint But fail to satiate the taste-bubs Of a sista…
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Patience
Just wait awhile longer Things are not as bad as they appear Clouds may come Rain may fall The skies may turn grey But in due time when the sunlight shines The darkness fades away That is the beauty of patience Love always, Esha <3
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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Complicated Love
If I truly love someone then it never goes away. It may transform, grow or diminish. But the traces of it will stain the collar of white shirts. Leaving marks on glass drink-ware that has transparent dreams. My love is like a sweater coming undone. A loose string tugged too hard can unravel the sleeves.…
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