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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Book
Pages turning, one after another Scribbles and print all look the same The paper smells like home Nimble fingers tap on hard covers A close friend indeed Words that utter truth to those in need It’s hard not to contemplate Feelings and thoughts that time left behind In binding of this book Love always, Esha…
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Boiled Over
Every since my Daddy died… it seems like everybody got their own thang going on. And everybody doing me bogus. But deep deep down, I like the transparency! So call me the bounce back kid. My aspirations started off small but my heart is big. So let the thunder roll. Let the branches fall. Let…
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Short Story-time: When I Fell in Love with Poetry
As corny as it may sound… It started when I learned how to read. At 5 years old, I felt the words form into rhymes and they rolled off my tongue like waves of clapping water. I was mesmerized by their loud, vivacious sound. Vowels made love to the dips and riffs in my voice.…
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A World Full of Stories
A World Full of Stories typewriters speak a language all their own running meters of finger strokes colliding with outside vibrations you open my day to bookmarks, ice cold sweet tea and rocking chairs i pack a bag for the trip the only journey where glasses are equipment lavender scented dreams lead…
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