Tag: beautiful
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Open Heart
It’s strange Yet comforting How your eyes don’t move me The way they use to They are beautiful And empty Small brown puddles Encapsulated in a bright sea You may speak with kindness But your heart doesn’t long for me It is open and ready to take a chance I think of you Subtle expressions…
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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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Just a Thought: Overload
Sometimes I wonder who am I writing these posts for? Is it for someone in the far reaches of the world I have never met. Is it for a long lost love? Is it for the person that feels ignored by a callous society that pays them no mind? Or am I really writing to…
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Journal Post: Honest Moment & Family Issues
I’m gonna keep it real. Recently, I have endured uphill battles that have changed me for the better… I think. For the rest of this month, in addition to poems I intend on giving you more blog posts about those experiences and the efforts I made to overcome them. Last week, my family had a…
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Just be Beautiful
Let’s just be beautiful. Smile and wink. Laugh don’t think. Shake off your worries. Move quick, talk slick and hurry. Conversations like muddy puddles. Mist falls but fails to saturate. In the midst of a life predicated by happiness that forgets to deliberate. Let’s just be beautiful. Love always, Esha
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Thank God Christmas is Over
The hanging mistletoe has dried out in mid-air The pine needles of trees That once had presents under them now decorate living rooms Without a cause or reason outside of holiday inertia The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg dissipate The candy canes that reek of peppermint But fail to satiate the taste-bubs Of a sista…
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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Complicated Love
If I truly love someone then it never goes away. It may transform, grow or diminish. But the traces of it will stain the collar of white shirts. Leaving marks on glass drink-ware that has transparent dreams. My love is like a sweater coming undone. A loose string tugged too hard can unravel the sleeves.…
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