Category: unknown
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Bloom
We move through phases Like seedlings growing into plants Taking in sun, water and oxygen To grow In the springtime, we will bloom into the unknown Love always, Ayesha
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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What you know about that Michigan?
What you know about that Michigan? Take me to the waterAlongside the pierWhere I can see the city lightsNo need to worryNo room to fightJust the feel of ripplesHitting the fingertipsOf my willing handThe glow of the unknownDances off my skinI am hopefulMy heart prays for new dreams againThe darkness goes on for milesBut my…
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Surfs Up
Roll with the punches Tread water through the tears Bounce with the sways of laughter Smile through the brevity of complex years Easing into a steady peace That erases the power of fear Yes, in life the unknown is present here Yet time goes on And those weaken by the struggle Often grow strong with…
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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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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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The Unknown
The Unknown Sometimes, we read in-between the lines for answers we’re not aware of. For solutions, our souls struggle to find. For a version of reality that eludes our mind. But if we try a little longer, just grin and bear it. Till our patience diminishes like breaking glass. Let the sharp pieces fall where…
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Better Than Butter
Better Than Butter There is no quick way to feel better. It’s like skating on slippery rocks. One minute your happy next your wiped out on the side of the road. But that is the course of the unknown. To continue walking when the way gets choppy and the rain begins to pour down. Let…
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Rest
Rest What is rest? Somewhere to sit and take in the last rays of sun as you watch the shifting tide. It is a fading and reappearing ship that travels to unknown destinations in search of deep, cool water to drop anchor. Love always, Esha <3
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