Category: loveofesha

My Thoughts… They

by Esha Montgomery, posted in air, birthed, black20somethin, creative writing, don, embers, Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, freestyle poetry, just a thought, loveofesha, minerals, mist, never, nobility, people, poem, poems, poet, poetry, pureloveofesha, scarlet, sea, short poem, slash, they, thought, tranquility, turmoil, Uncategorized, wise

My Thoughts... They they set out pollution in the air they destroy the sea they exploit the earth only the minerals it birthed are donned by nefarious nobility they slash the wise and prudent people cutting them down like aging timber but we rise through the ashes of spite like drifting scarlet embers caught in … Continue reading My Thoughts… They

Niceties Removed

by Esha Montgomery, posted in anger, antics, black20somethin, care, chap stick, chicago, cold, concrete\, core, creative writing, darkest, dissolve, dry, eat, endeavors, Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, face, false, feel, fool, freestyle poetry, fresh, frustration, fucks, gasoline, gold, good, grass, hammer, honest, hour, lips, love, loveofesha, path, poem, poems, poet, poetry, point, pureloveofesha, Rain, ran, realize, shit, short poem, tear, transparency, Uncategorized, understood, value, wake

Niceties Removed i ran out of fucks to give part of me simply doesn't care about whimsical needs anymore the ass i use to kiss made my lips dry and i'd rather save my chap-stick for Chicago's unrelenting cold the fake smiles and act like its all good antics cuffed in a meager hand to … Continue reading Niceties Removed

Staring Over

by Esha Montgomery, posted in black20somethin, born, creation, creative writing, Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, freestyle poetry, inch, love, loveofesha, mold, new, open, opportunity, palm, pieces, poem, poems, poet, poetry, pureloveofesha, short poem, start, starting over, swarm, Uncategorized

Starting Over  The struggle of starting over again lies in the process... Create it, piece by piece, layer by layer, inch by inch you mold it's form. Use the love embedded in your open palms to keep it warm. Then embellish it with each every morsel of your reverie that was tore. Voila! a new … Continue reading Staring Over