Category: memories
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Siren
Thoughts move A mile per minute Tangling themselves around little things, concerns and concepts That equal up to nothing in the end Electric pulses lighting up With every neuron fired Let the cerebellum run The functions I fail to think about While the cerebrum processes the memories And feelings that stir my heart beat It…
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Feeling Soft
I want to feel soft No cracks just smooth I desire a touch so slick I’m oily with an attitude I want my silky ambition to slide through So butter me up buttercup In cold days… I want you I’m sweet and rarely bitter Although I hold onto memories I’m quick to forget With an…
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Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
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Won’t Forget
I want to rewind you like a tape in a VHS. Move it to the early 90′s. Bring it back and fast forward a bit. So you can know what kind of person you dealing with. Sure to bring you memories you wouldn’t forget. Because I like it when you press play. Love always, Esha <3
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Punch Drunk Heart
What does a punch drunk heart know about love? It feels without remorse It beats without a care Calm when your around Then on edge when your not there One minute up The next down A tryst comes Romance goes But the connection stays the same Bathing in the sunshine Soaking in the warmth of…
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Enough Mourning
This poem is for all the people who have lost someone they loved. Keep the faith! It never goes away. The feeling of missing you. The thought of… could I have done more. The shape of your face blends into the background of shaky memories. I can’t go back in time to hold your hand.…
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Just A Thought: Kiss
Kiss Blow a kiss in my direction before you leave. I would rather have an affectionate goodbye with bittersweet memories. Love always, Esha <3
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Ten Toes Down
This poem is dedicated to my Dad. Ten Toes Down I reach for my phone to dial you at home… only to realize you’re gone. I tried to forget about you. My heart wanted to move on, but I get lost playing hopscotch on the number of our memories. I’m at a thousand, but I…
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Reflection: Breaths Of Time
Breaths of Time In the pit of my ample bosom, my heart beats slowly yet it stirs at the sound of your voice. I miss it. The deep vibrato is laced with the rhythmic pace only known to skilled orators. I would pay money to record the riffs of your vocal progressions. The memories of…
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