Category: truth
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A Thought: Truth Evades
The delicate truth evades me. Does it always have to be so rough? So cold? And unforgiving Yet and still it stays the same. Unchanging like a heart made of stone. Always presence but not welcomed in many homes Till next time, Esha <3
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Unknown Sea
The delicate truth evades me Does it always have to be so rough? So cold? I feel it in my porous flesh Akin to the ache in my bones It runs from me like a stranger Yet it hits close to home But I look for it Like a child searching for waldo It’s a…
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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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A Lie
Don’t be mad at poor responses to honest sentiments. Some people can’t handle the truth because they spent their whole life living a lie. Love always, Esha <3
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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,…
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Chains
Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road…
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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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Molded Bread
Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread.…
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Sweltering Heat
Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams Speak jalapeno to me Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat Speak sriracha to me Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar Desiring a feeling of numb lips Brought on by scorching truth You can never be hotter than the searing sun It shines for the world…
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