Category: taste
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Open Sky
Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it’s fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. Love, Esha
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Punch Drunk Heart
What does a punch drunk heart know about love? It feels without remorse It beats without a care Calm when your around Then on edge when your not there One minute up The next down A tryst comes Romance goes But the connection stays the same Bathing in the sunshine Soaking in the warmth of…
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Reflection: Me and Poetry
Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
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Dad’s Compass
Dad’s Compass You taught me how to get back up! How to dust off the dirt And keep on walking How to taste better tears But keep on talking You taught me how to survive How to address the hurt inside And stay alive How to move in a room of sharks And thrive You…
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Small Thought: Waiting
Waiting I’m excited to be alive I’m thankful I never thought life could taste so sweet Even in waiting, I wait in peace. Love always, Esha <3
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How Are You?
How Are You? Whenever someone asks, How are you? I answer with a customary response… I’m well and you, Escapes my mouth like a chiseled lie I’ve practiced a thousand and one times Yet the taste of it leaving my tongue is still bittersweet I recite delicate lines when I speak But what if,…
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Strong Water
Strong Water don’t wanna drink again can’t bare the taste it burns like a paper cut it’s hazardous like toxic waste but temptation like a moth to a flame stays… turn around, shield your face or take in too much and swallow disgrace marinated in disappointment plastered onto a random pillow case be careful of…
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We Live Here
We Live Here we blow bubbles as though we occupied a pineapple at the heart of the sea we pound words into clay and use fossilized seaweed to make cutlery we are not merpeople but we live here a place that defies logic and misrepresents fear feet beckoned by unknown forces draw near…
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Public Service Announcement
Public Service Announcement let me be as direct as possible i love myself enough to let you go i am prepped and ready to shed justified rivers of derivative tears to get to a better place i can’t be dishonest anymore… your presence is detrimental to my growth development so with a faint smile and…
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