Category: Thing
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Repair
We throw away broken things. Tossing them to the wayside like torn clothes that served their purpose. After losing their vibrant color and form. How do you dispose of worn out things? Is it a job for waste management or recycling? Or can it be reimbursed, patched up and used? Can the old object be…
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Broken Things
Don’t worry about the years wasted. Fret not over unrequited love that birthed silent regrets in the corners of a lonely yet hopeful heart. Because the future is more bliss now that the past has been swept away. The fears that encompassed you can only attributed to the setbacks of yesterday. Laugh now, joke, and…
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Laughter Ensues
Why is it so hard to say, I love you? No matter the things we go through… I still care. And when you need a friend to be around. I will do my best to be there. No matter the cost. I’ll pay your fare. Us together is the good time that keeps on giving. …
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Small Truth: My Ache
It’s a small truth, I rarely discuss. I’m turned on by love and seduced by lust. Still I get upset when sweet kisses don’t stay. When betrayal is my bitter water and lies my meal of the day. But it’s hard for me to turn you away. So I try to down play it. Because…
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Unseen Tomorrow
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know… Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The future is based on the present…
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Short Thought: Think About
The truth is… I love reading and writing it gives me something to think about. It gives me thoughts to dream about. It’s the one activity I can’t do without. Creating moments in time that spawn the hopes and desires of a feeling everlasting. Love always, Esha
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If It Ain’t Broke
Don’t mess with the imperfection of something that’s already perfect. Love always, Esha
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Just a Thought: Alright
It’s fine. Don’t fret over the little things. Don’t stress over the big hurdles. The sun will rise in the morning. The moon will appear at night. And when it’s all said and done. Your gonna be alright. Love always, Esha <3
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My Flesh
this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
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