Category: heavy
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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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Boiled Over
Every since my Daddy died… it seems like everybody got their own thang going on. And everybody doing me bogus. But deep deep down, I like the transparency! So call me the bounce back kid. My aspirations started off small but my heart is big. So let the thunder roll. Let the branches fall. Let…
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Better After All
Is it okay now? Can hope move into the place that sadness once occupied? Let past tears dry. Let a clear mind be the reward for a heavy heart. Even in the midst of the storm… your dreams never fell apart. In the end, you held on to your ambition and completed the mission no…
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A Thank You to My Readers
I’m just gonna get it off my chest… My grandmother died last week. This is the third death I experienced in 10 months. First, my Father then my Auntie now this. So I stopped writing for a little over a week. I needed time to think. I needed time to take it all in. Ultimately,…
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Honest Heart
A drunken heart tells no lies. It speaks in thumps. It sighs and rests in-between beats. Keeping up with heavy moments. Staying instep with quickening feet. Pumping warm blood through cold veins. Moving against our lovers breast. We need to hear it, feel it. Pulsating through a willing chest to appreciate being alive. What’s the…
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Feelings: Pressure
The weight is heavy to bear But it’s not too much to carry I need only adjust to the pressure By accepting what is And what it can never be Love always, Esha <3
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Need Rest
Need Rest Close your fatigued, heavy eyelids Let the troubles of yesterday And fretting over the things You failed to say Droop and drift away… Now take a deep breathe Accept what is and what will be By releasing your stress Everyone has their own path to tranquility But we all need rest …
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Train Ride
Train Ride the smell of heavy sulfur permeated through the train station’s platform it rises like grey smoke from my Daddy’s hand carved pipe soaked in a color reminiscent to ebony splendor i don’t belong here but i’m here open eyes lock onto me like i have a gift for them but silence…
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