Category: hour
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Staying On Track
Opportunities to grow beyond the toil of yesterday Are ever present The pitfalls and sly people That ate away at the hope of a precocious mind Are ever present But the desire to preserve remains Only the conductor can stop a freight train Going 120 miles per hour On lookers may try to slow it…
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Crazy
The soft sound of classical music fades into the background Tears fall from my eyes like pools of lava It burns. Will I ever learn? Where is peace? You passed on Too beloved to move on And I need some relief God, Hear me in my hour of despair And be kind to me I…
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Waiting on Time
There is too much of it Then suddenly… There is not enough Under a deadline the stress of it can seem tough To wonder, how did they arrive there? When they started walking an hour ago Where the time went nobody knows But it left… Yet, people wait on time still Love always, Esha <3
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Embarrassing Journal Post: Get Your Eagle On
I been a dark skin sista all my life. Whether in a afro, locks, relaxed or tightly bound braids. I have spent my days as a black woman through and through. During my youth, I spent many days and nights feeling as though my blackness never matched up to societal norms. Growing up I wasn’t…
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A Fantasy
See your special to me like hope parasailing over oceans That hold tales deeper than tear drops That constantly fall from full rain clouds ready to burst If they don’t tell something See you like asphalt to me Harder than stone Black and gray like concrete You tug at me like a dog with a…
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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Beautiful Things
Two hearts joined Like a kiss that goes on forever Dreaming, loving and praying together For a moment that touches the soul An hour where time stands still Hands move around the dial Like a spinning wheel When desires, chance and reality collide Beautiful things happen Love always, Esha <3
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Unseen Tomorrow
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know… Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The future is based on the present…
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