Category: Smoke

• December 29, 2023

  Smoke

  They want the smoke They like the slow burn The ease of forgetting The stress of quitting Lighting a fire under the unsuspecting Ass that moves up the hill for the sake of pushing forward No matter the cost of the trip They want the smoke Love always, Esha <3
• February 9, 2023

  Steel Toes

  The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of time Held doors open for lovers,…
• February 3, 2023

  End Of My Rope

  I’ve sought out a piece of peace in strange places. Back alleys, smoke, empty bottles and worn out faces. With age I have prayed for relief. Eased burden and freedom from trauma that hangs on my shoulders like weights attached to chains. I listen to them bang and clang aimlessly as my hope is dragged…
• September 21, 2022

  Part 2: Smoking Words

  I drag on the words that you utter like a chain smoker pulling on a lit cigarette. Blowing circles in midair that send loose lips spiraling into a distant sea. Your vowels are ashed on the cusp of me. But I take the burns and watch the gray matter fall knowing that the pain makes…
• June 11, 2022

  Hard To Break

  Thousands of miles separate distant hearts A space that missed and longed for you Is within arm’s reach but still so far away Arguments, tense conversations, childhood trauma and broken dreams Left us hurt but speechless How can a soul piece together pressure and stress that it can’t comprehend? Years of words that went unspoken,…
• May 27, 2022

  Grey Hills

  We look for the light Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow That flickers in the darkness of eternal night Then here comes the smoke… Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops It creates smog and gives off warmth Burning red logs on an orange inferno A fire set ablaze is reminiscent…
• May 24, 2021

  Hard Air

  Lately, I’ve been playing with cinquain poems. I hope you enjoy. Hard Air smoke clouds form over hard living unable to breath easy air. Always Love, Esha <3
• January 14, 2021

  Addiction

  Addiction He flirts with death He a stone cold, hope killer The pain gets no realer He smoke the dope   I’m not pointing no fingers But scorn follows the drug dealer He trades in disaster When people are going down He helps them get there faster   But the user just wants to feel…
• December 19, 2020

  Wings

  Wings A flock of black birds sail against a red sky  Inflamed with fire and smoke  That stretches miles high  They blow searing heat away with cool wings    Love always, Esha <3