Category: Money
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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Unbroken Time
Money is temporary. It will waste away like dandelion spores blowing in the wind. It will cease to exist like silent tears pouring from restless eyes. But the love amassed by two people will live on through the annals of unbroken time. So make something worth keeping. Love always, Esha <3
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Love Over Money
If people were focused on love then the money wouldn’t matter. It would only add to the comfort and happiness that was already there. Love always, Esha <3
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A Loner Without True Love
One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like autumn leaves preparing to change…
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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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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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Art and MOney
Art And Money It doesn’t have to rhyme I just want it to all make sense Art don’t always make money And money made don’t always pay the rent Love always, Esha <3
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Ugly Truth
This poem is for us. Whoever us might be…. Ugly Truth You can run away from reality But you can’t hide from the ugly truth It lurks in the things you say It lives in the things you do It rides on the passenger side Of time chasing you Put on a nice presentation And…
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