Category: living
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All or Nothing
I don’t know why I do this to myself Looking toward midnight with flickers of twilight in your eyes Wonder if your ever real at all Telling the truth Always ready to fall But it seems like love always calls to deaf ears I don’t know why I do this to myself To kiss you…
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Open Sky
Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it’s fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. Love, Esha
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Grocery Store Prices
The cart fills up with the splendor of groceries galore. But the cost has increased to ridiculous heights. Zucchini, cucumbers, carrots, mushrooms, potatoes, celery, peaches, apples, grapes, pears, lemons, cherries, luncheon meat, turkey, chicken, frozen pizza, onion dip, chips, guacamole, french bread all for the low price of $159. Take me back in time, let’s…
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Hard Air
Lately, I’ve been playing with cinquain poems. I hope you enjoy. Hard Air smoke clouds form over hard living unable to breath easy air. Always Love, Esha <3
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Spoiled Plans
Spoiled Plans The milk’s gone bad. So we turn sour cream into aging cheese. We turn butter with sublime ease. This is what we do to make a living we turn spoiled plans into working dreams. Love always, Esha <3
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Sometimes I’m Short on Words
Sometimes I’m Short on Words sometimes i cry with no rhyme or reason sometimes i scream with no excruciating hurt that draws blood sometimes i break like chinaware hitting a unforgiving floor with no excuse for why i fell sometimes i yell at the broken mirror desperate for something more a dream worth living and…
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Yesterday’s Seeds
Yesterday’s Seeds pull back the heavy curtains on this whimsical narrative we were forged in the fire of humble beginnings determined to thrive we make sense out of a penny’s worth of knowledge of logic we plant seasoned seashells in barren gardens then pray for cold, adequate rain pray for strength on weak days and…
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