Category: tale

• June 2, 2024

  Small Thought: To Draw

  It’s strange The new things that tempt the soul The compassionate moments that never grow old Holding onto tales that strengthen weak souls You made nervous love grow bold Drawing us closer with every whisper Forever near but far away You etched my name Onto the palms of your hands We are intertwined with double…
• January 7, 2024

  Writing Poetry

  Poems write themselves Like heartbreak creating tears Courage driving away doubt and fear The pen moves like water Across a tin rooftop During a rainstorm And the heavy flow refuses to stop Forever dripping words of beauty and truth Tales of hope Moments centered around growth And the follies of youth Poems write themselves As…
• February 15, 2023

  Creative Writing: To Be A Poet

  To be a poet is a complicated task for the human soul. It requires a desire to give words to indescribable experiences. To lean on the feelings that bring up thoughts that surpass comprehension. Expressing notions that many shun to think of. Poetry can be a lonely road that few choose to walk down for…
• January 30, 2023

  Next Relationship: Part 2

  I am convincedTotally and utterly certainThat everybody wants to be special to somebodyTo look at someone with loving eyesAnd to see love staring back at you To feel the warmAnd giving natureOf an open palmPressing into the depths of a handDying to be held We dedicate books, sonnets, movies, Portraits, paintings, songs, shows of affectionTo…
• August 29, 2021

  Burned Fantasy

  Burned Fantasy dark green eyes tell jealous tales of love stolen turned into a heart broken but time turns resentment numb as feelings of peace and exstacy return to a person forgotten in exchange for a lesson learned a dreamer slighted and a fantasy land burned Love always, Esha <3
• June 24, 2020

  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…