Category: friendship
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Journal Entry: Betrayal
This week, I found out that someone I respected was plotting against me. It irritated me a little. I felt shook and disturbed by the reality that I misjudged their character. How do I move forward? Without being disappointed by the reality that I have been betrayed. Oftentimes, we build rapports with people only to…
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The Deepest
Your love is like moonlit walks at midnight Always swimming through my mind It is endless thoughts High moments and the low points in-between It is the shy twilight Intertwined with evergreen Surrounding a pond With ducks that sleep in still water Your love is quiet moments And loud feelings that cease to end It…
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Fearless
I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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Open Journal Entry: The Bitter Truth About My Relationships
I want to paint this neat picture of myself sometimes. By portraying a person that doesn’t exist but that’s not me. I’m honest to a fault. I can’t run be hid filters. I’m not afraid to show my imperfections because I spend my time trying to overcome them or learning to love them. So this…
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Is Anybody Out There?
Does anybody care about me? Is there one person that thinks of me with fondness? As of late, lonely thoughts cross a hopeful mind. Smiles come and go like elevators in a downtown lobby Tears fill the lids of joyful eyes Looking at the rim of a brilliant sunrise with no hand to hold Reminding…
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Reflection: Me and Poetry
Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
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