Tag: Smoke

• December 29, 2023

  Smoke

  They want the smoke They like the slow burn The ease of forgetting The stress of quitting Lighting a fire under the unsuspecting Ass that moves up the hill for the sake of pushing forward No matter the cost of the trip They want the smoke Love always, Esha <3
• February 3, 2023

  End Of My Rope

  I’ve sought out a piece of peace in strange places. Back alleys, smoke, empty bottles and worn out faces. With age I have prayed for relief. Eased burden and freedom from trauma that hangs on my shoulders like weights attached to chains. I listen to them bang and clang aimlessly as my hope is dragged…
• June 11, 2022

  Hard To Break

  Thousands of miles separate distant hearts A space that missed and longed for you Is within arm’s reach but still so far away Arguments, tense conversations, childhood trauma and broken dreams Left us hurt but speechless How can a soul piece together pressure and stress that it can’t comprehend? Years of words that went unspoken,…
• May 27, 2022

  Grey Hills

  We look for the light Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow That flickers in the darkness of eternal night Then here comes the smoke… Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops It creates smog and gives off warmth Burning red logs on an orange inferno A fire set ablaze is reminiscent…
• May 28, 2021

  Cease Fire

  Cease Fire Where are the peaceful days? That were once filled with wonder, unexpected miracles and games. I pray their not be hide me. I search the tumbleweed torn desert for a bit of rain. Fall on an open spirit once again. Bring the roaring thunder, bring the charging wind. Until reality creeps in… And…
• May 24, 2021

  Hard Air

  Lately, I’ve been playing with cinquain poems. I hope you enjoy. Hard Air smoke clouds form over hard living unable to breath easy air. Always Love, Esha <3
• November 18, 2020

  Riding

  Riding He say, the car needs fixin’ the engine blew He’s put in thousands Only to get it towed from the nearest alleyway  When the car moves it shakes, The brakes hit the floor And screeching escapes The car spits fire and smoke But it keeps on riding Long as it work… He’ll keep on…
• September 23, 2020

  Deep Voice

  Deep Voice the smooth undertone of a transparent sound drew me in i was memorized by the highs and lows of her vibrato   she was a song bird that carried the allure of Hennessy but sang of bourbon she breathed in deep, sultry air   but glistening honey flowed from her lips  she was…