Tag: home
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My Thoughts: Halfway Home
If tears were a highway And if truth were a stop sign By avoiding cautious optimism Filled with sweet lies, covered in the ambiguity of love I’d be halfway home, Dancing on sunshine by now Love always, Esha
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Identity
You move even when your feet hurt And your heart burns When answers are few and far in-between And your soul yearns For something more than a warm body to lay next to A lover than takes from your essence But doesn’t appreciate you That shows you one mask after another So you pull at…
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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Book
Pages turning, one after another Scribbles and print all look the same The paper smells like home Nimble fingers tap on hard covers A close friend indeed Words that utter truth to those in need It’s hard not to contemplate Feelings and thoughts that time left behind In binding of this book Love always, Esha…
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Warning: For Those Who Grieve
There are no wordsTo fill the voidIt is an endless seaOf missed communicationAnd broken opportunities How do I move forward?How do I forget?How do I cry?Now that you’re gone Your things fill the room, storages and my mindVestinages of the lifeYou left behindFor the first timeYour not here to wipe my tears They fill the…
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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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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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