Category: house
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Polaroids of a Lighthouse
I admit I’m not the same women in the Polaroids anymore. I had to change to survive. To hold onto to the light that I thought had died. I spent time fighting to survive. Every note I sung off-key. Every quit moment full of contemplation and maybes. I still fill up with thoughts or you.…
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Thank God Christmas is Over
The hanging mistletoe has dried out in mid-air The pine needles of trees That once had presents under them now decorate living rooms Without a cause or reason outside of holiday inertia The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg dissipate The candy canes that reek of peppermint But fail to satiate the taste-bubs Of a sista…
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Pictures
I love you still. Silent words lie in-between us. Day dreams that faded into the background. Pictures never developed lie in camera rolls on dusty countertops in an abandoned house. Where we once held hands and made plans that never came into fruition. But my heart longs for you still. Love always, Esha <3
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Lights Go Out
Do you ponder about me? When the lights go out It’s cold in your house And you turn your space heater on Sitting still in a spacious room With silent photos that refuse to speak Remember when my mere presence Made your eager knees grow weak? We are the closest thing from far But our…
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Carefully Made House
Your house was made months in advance with care and consideration. It will last for decades more. Because love is the mortar that lies between burnt red bricks. And the shingled roof is reinforced with hope and painted with sweet day dreams. Your lawn is watered by bliss morning showers. Your garden is fertilized by…
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Burning Toast
Burning Toast Can you smell the burning toast in the thick air? It sets fire to relaxed nostrils The fog drifts from the toaster like a daydream on fire It spreads through the vast house like a monsoon It goes above and beyond but still reaches higher Lift the lever, unplug the toaster and throw…
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Hungry Mouse
Hungry Mouse Hidden behind fancy blinds That sparingly rounds the corners of a stubborn mouth A wagging tongue flounders in ceremonial garb Trying to stop realness from spilling out Through a battered and deteriorating roof On a dilapidated house The only creature that stirs there Is a hunger stricken mouse Love always, Esha <3
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We Live Here
We Live Here we blow bubbles as though we occupied a pineapple at the heart of the sea we pound words into clay and use fossilized seaweed to make cutlery we are not merpeople but we live here a place that defies logic and misrepresents fear feet beckoned by unknown forces draw near…
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