Category: past
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Old Photos
Old pictures lead us to long forgotten memories. Wooden frames hold beautiful moments frozen in time. Forging a connection between the past and the present. The feelings and glances that happened but didn’t last. Seconds recorded in one bright flash. Former Kodak sentiments etched into the lens of a smart phone. But every photo speaks…
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The Past Doesn’t Matter
It matters not. The turbulence you have seen. Happiness that has gone to rot. You are the newness that grows in the place of the old. Like wet honey dripping off the comb. Too fresh to be packed away. To wild to be sold. Made to be unique. Born to be bold. You are the…
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Treated Scars
Love is the ointment for raw wounds The agony subsides The spreading of the infection stops It smooths the rough patch Healing the ache of tight skin Minimizing the scar of past bruises Love transitions scars That we never believed salve could mend Never allow old hurt To cause your expectations to bend Love always,…
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Dirty Nails
I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it But the remnants of it… Still brothers me Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands I think of it constantly Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear At least I…
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The Future
Be content with the present. Accept the past and look forward to the future. Love always, Esha <3
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Accepting Yes To Understand No
Accepting Yes To Understand No Yes to the future Yes to the past Yes to the people, places and things that did not last strolled down the road of No evading obvious cracks in the concrete walked to the left of yes but there were No chance encounters No miracles to behold just a lack…
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Shallow Mistakes
Shallow Mistakes Who am I to judge, what I don’t understand? I see you doing wrong But fail to realize where the complications all began God has your role established in a larger plan While I am consumed by an ever-growing ignorance Assuming I know your past and present But never cared to…
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Beautiful
Beautiful I know what it’s like to live in misery. And I can tell you that everyday feels like a bottomless pit of sorrow. But when you surpass that state of sadness and utter self-deprivation… A new found joy awaits you on the other side. And for me that’s the best past about getting through.…
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