Tag: feel
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Something New
Dust off the feel of yesterday The emotions that were short lived And failed to stay Let in a fresh breeze Watching the dawning of a new day Let the old troubles of last year fade away Love always, Ayesha
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Scar
I have fallen bruised knees weeping eyes if shocked and disorientated were a feeling i’d be it! But soon the wounds will heal the balm and shea butter from yesteryear will coat my shortcomings with hope band-aides will cover them till they mend apply peroxide every now and then Just to cope And the very…
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My Love…
My love is an ocean, wet, deep, flourishing and alive. To swim in it and never make it to the other side. To feel close after one dive inside. No matter the distance only the strong survive. Love always, Ayesha
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Remember Me
Underneath the velour The pearly, whites that shine like glittering snow Is a heart that desires a warmth That few people will ever come to know Is a small, distant flame of hope That flickers even when I feel low And though I know I may likely never see you again Still, in my soul……
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Crazy
The soft sound of classical music fades into the background Tears fall from my eyes like pools of lava It burns. Will I ever learn? Where is peace? You passed on Too beloved to move on And I need some relief God, Hear me in my hour of despair And be kind to me I…
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Wisdom
My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel…
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Bad With Words
I speak in poetry I talk I feel I emote But my words fall flat When I look at you I get confused, conflicted and crossed With complicated emotions That I am unable to explain without poetry As you can see… I am a poet that is bad with words Love always, Esha <3
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Chains and Change
It’s freedom wrapped in chains To exist without making a wrong turn To feel the fire but escape the burn To experience difficult lessons Grown from them and learn Love always, Esha
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Embarrassing Journal Post: Get Your Eagle On
I been a dark skin sista all my life. Whether in a afro, locks, relaxed or tightly bound braids. I have spent my days as a black woman through and through. During my youth, I spent many days and nights feeling as though my blackness never matched up to societal norms. Growing up I wasn’t…
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