Category: black20somethin
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The Length of Hope
The Length of Hope I learned sometime ago that hope has the power to sustain the soul of man. It extends beyond the existence of money. So as the perils of life remain present cling onto the remnants of hope. Love always, Esha <3
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Constant
Constant That old mason jar Just keep on workin’ The glass was blown to last… I sipped icy orange juice out of it When times were good I drunk chilled beer from it When tomorrow was uncertain 20 years later… It just keep on workin’ That old mason jar Love always, Esha <3
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Small Thought: Sleep
Small Thought: Sleep I need sleep but sleep doesn’t need me. If I don’t receive enough of it… I turn angry. Enraged and caged into a body with no energy. So my body is weary. Too tired to carry it’s own weight. I need a bed for goodness sake but responsibility beckons me to wait.…
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Quote: Hollow Words
Hollow Words Lip service not backed up by action is just pretty words… It’s the equivalent of eating makeup and expecting it to change your outside appearance. – Esha
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My Thoughts… They
My Thoughts… They they set out pollution in the air they destroy the sea they exploit the earth only the minerals it birthed are donned by nefarious nobility they slash the wise and prudent people cutting them down like aging timber but we rise through the ashes of spite like drifting scarlet embers caught in…
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Niceties Removed
Niceties Removed i ran out of fucks to give part of me simply doesn’t care about whimsical needs anymore the ass i use to kiss made my lips dry and i’d rather save my chap-stick for Chicago’s unrelenting cold the fake smiles and act like its all good antics cuffed in a meager hand to…
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Quote: Be Yourself
Be yourself It’s how I feel, it’s how I articulate the world, just having the discipline to just be yourself. – Jay Z Thanks for reading, Esha <3
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Staring Over
Starting Over The struggle of starting over again lies in the process… Create it, piece by piece, layer by layer, inch by inch you mold it’s form. Use the love embedded in your open palms to keep it warm. Then embellish it with each every morsel of your reverie that was tore. Voila! a new…
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