Tag: color
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Lost Words
I’m short on words Struggling to string a noun to an adverb But I think of your often I picture you and me But I don’t know what to say So I dream in color And I wonder all day Please like, comment, follow and share. It makes all the difference in the world to…
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The Birth of Maybes
Like the breath of tides taken to the depth of the sea. You may forget the color of their eyes. But you can never replace the love that gave birth to maybes. Love always, Esha
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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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A Loner Without True Love
One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like autumn leaves preparing to change…
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Your Shell
Do you like your shell? I know that it’s full of unused space Does the opaque color make you feel at ease? Unable to recognize your ever evolving face But I know your cold Tried of swapping shells Because your in need of a cozy home You glide and crawl through darkness Scared to move…
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Innocence Dies
Innocence Dies I stood on the sidelines last time For a bit of rest To accommodate my breaking soul As time inches closer to an ever-changing pendulum I Pray for a quality of life I have yet to experience While pushing for a level of equity That extends beyond skin color I dig my hands…
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A Dream In The Pasture
A Dream In The Pasture fighting in your sleep last night left raccoon eyes coated in red a swaying yet diligent, bobbing head moves to dreamless cloud shaped melodies beyond you lies lavish emerald colored grass as far as the eye can see in the day, it calls for you at work beckoning…
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Trigger Warning: Ills of Man
Ills Of Man I can’t be angry at you anymore Tying myself and my heart in knots Tripping over my own legs following after you Has left me feeling discombobulated We are separated by mindset I could put your progress in an Easy-bake oven 10 years of baking And you still ain’t rise…
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