Category: space
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Thoughts: Poetry Life
As a self-published poet, I have often been on the cusp of driving deeper into poetic waters. But I still have to balance that with being a creative and a writer. How can I express myself without offending people? What viewpoint best suits my aspirations? I have recently come to the realization that though I…
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Transition
It’s the uncomfortable space that leaks into the moments of silence. It’s the peace that comes in the midst of the storm. It’s the long pause at the end of a hard sentence that becomes a run-on. Until at last, you apply a period and end the continuation of thoughts and sounds. How can you…
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Any Place
It always starts with flowers Sweet talk Bliss dreams Long nights talking till midnight Loving to be in each others space Anytime, any place Love always, Ayesha
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Scarf
He wore a scarf Wrapped around his neck that nestled into his chest One end rests on his back Black, silver and grey Like a fox that’s seen many winter’s Knitted, fashioned and made with organic cotton It was thick yet airy The pattern spoke to a life full of beauty and yarn There were…
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Looking
Searching forever searching For the piece that’s missing A jigsaw that lacks completion Grasping at random moments that never fit Only to come up with thoughts That fail to fill spaces devoid of peace Love always, Esha
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Good Space
Sometimes silence is better than mere words. A quiet place is a good space to be in. Love always, Esha <3
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Lights Go Out
Do you ponder about me? When the lights go out It’s cold in your house And you turn your space heater on Sitting still in a spacious room With silent photos that refuse to speak Remember when my mere presence Made your eager knees grow weak? We are the closest thing from far But our…
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Your Shell
Do you like your shell? I know that it’s full of unused space Does the opaque color make you feel at ease? Unable to recognize your ever evolving face But I know your cold Tried of swapping shells Because your in need of a cozy home You glide and crawl through darkness Scared to move…
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Just a Thought: We Are
We Are we are not monolithic we speak different tongues come from many lands come in many colors spread over space and time we were here when civilization began with night on our back and a flame in our hand the first woman to give birth to man some call us… the dawn…
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