Category: empty

• December 29, 2025

  Late Night Poetry: A Dream

  To wrap you in my arms And speak to you with muddled words Grasping onto empty promises of forever But add up to maybes and nevers Despite our moments together You are an anomaly But when we pull each others strings Our odds and ends make a symphony And that’s why I love to have…
• June 8, 2025

  Open Heart

  It’s strange Yet comforting How your eyes don’t move me The way they use to They are beautiful And empty Small brown puddles Encapsulated in a bright sea You may speak with kindness But your heart doesn’t long for me It is open and ready to take a chance I think of you Subtle expressions…
• May 8, 2025

  Robot

  The world is a big yet small place Erased are the small desires To hide your face Cell phones record Security videos are rarely erased AI copies, voices and people Human Hands are replaced We stare at the struggling Trying to get ahead in our own race Till one day we realize… The world is…
• March 19, 2024

  Long Overdue

  I’m sorry is just a phrase until you put the words into action. Oftentimes, I have looked for changed behavior in others but neglected it’s utility in myself. I found it easier to point my finger at those that hurt me and see myself as the injured party. But when it came to addressing my…
• February 13, 2024

  Just a Small Thought: Words

  Words are vain and empty promises without action. Love always, Esha <3
• January 2, 2024

  A Thought: Glass Bottles

  This is more than lust and words That float on the sea Like empty glass bottles This is a promise That sails between you and I On rough and conflicting tides Only to arrive on warm, glistening shores Love always, Esha <3
• December 10, 2023

  Opinion Piece: Why?

  It’s easy to accept things as they are. To adjust to the stations we have been assigned to since birth. But when I think about all the wonderful, awe-inspiring people I have come into contact with it encourages my soul. To believe that there is more to life than living in the pain and agony…
• February 3, 2023

  End Of My Rope

  I’ve sought out a piece of peace in strange places. Back alleys, smoke, empty bottles and worn out faces. With age I have prayed for relief. Eased burden and freedom from trauma that hangs on my shoulders like weights attached to chains. I listen to them bang and clang aimlessly as my hope is dragged…
• July 11, 2022

  Keep Laughing

  The pain may hurt you. Your friends may see your struggle and desert you. But laughter is the best medicine you will ever find. Because it makes the day bearable when the clouds form overhead. It makes the tears taste like bitter honey. It makes the hot coals turn to glowing embers that are strong…