Category: poems
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Working For Someone Else
Working For Someone Else I cleaned out my locker yesterday The books hitting the bottom of the box went: Thud, Thud, Thud Shared a few laughs, gave a few hugs Said goodbye to the friends I made And tossed away my “I love my job” mug I find sport in facing my fears Shedding…
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Open Letter to My Brother
Open Letter to My Brother Where are you? When are you coming back? How could you not call? Why would you just leave like that? I just want to know So when my children See you’re missing… They’ll know why your gone We were never close Always distance like ankles and…
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Hero
Hero i’m in the middle of the hard part the budging truth that keeps me wired intense strikes that turn coals into a fierce, raging fire i stand at the edge of an ending beginning one battle lost with a hundred more to go the war is won before the winner ever lands…
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The Word: STAY
The Word: STAY There is no greater freedom than leaving When niceties have gone away No one wants the responsibilities Associated with the word: STAY Let thunder shake the sky Let lightening rain There is clarity In the eye of the hurricane Love always, Esha <3
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Tough Times With You
Tough Times With You It doesn’t mean anything in the end The arguments we use to have The all too brief hugs And the hard laughs When it’s removed from your life You miss the memories that enlightened your past The times when you thought that you’d never make it through Suddenly doesn’t seem so…
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Trouble
Trouble having trouble ingesting a truth which is hard to swallow living for today but running from tomorrow clairvoyance burned into unclaimed deeds night waning with daylight’s beams nothing is ever as it seems Love always, Esha <3
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Olive Oil
Olive Oil Let the chains color, rust, rattle and recoil. In a life full of second chances, it’s never too late to start over. A realm rinsed and gargled out by a little bit of olive oil. Love always, Esha <3
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Strong Heart Beat
Strong Heart Beat Unplug the charging cell phone Siri reports and conveys the redundant The news is made-up of bits and pixels With no answers in sight We work in the day And hide in the night I lean not onto my own understanding Bending with the contours of my everyday Balling my…
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