Tag: start

Pencils

by Esha Montgomery, posted in afraid, Broken, correct, Fix it, mistake, pencils, place, Reason, start, Thing, Uncategorized

Photo by EKATERINA BOLOVTSOVA on Pexels.com Start over, fix things that are out of place, correct the things that left you broken. Pencils have erasers for a reason. Don't be afraid to use them.Love always, Esha ❤

Electric Heart

by Esha Montgomery, posted in air, beat, believe, cold, creative writing, deep, dreams, ear, Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, hair, heart, heartbeat, hope, ice, love, move, open, poem, poetry, sleep, smile, start, sweet, whisper

Photo by Martinus on Pexels.com Air moves swiftly through relaxed hair Tension leaves and a smile creates creases In the corners of an open mouth Eyes once hollowed out by the gnawing Grasp of loneliness now shine with hope As though they were eager to start again To love once more To believe in something … Continue reading Electric Heart

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My Awkward Truth: Hamburgers Please

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bite, black, black soul, change, cold, color, day, die, feeling, feelings, grass, hamburger, happiness, happy, Hunger pains, lonely, love, pain, people, realities, reality, realize, relief, run, smell, social, soul, speak, Today, tomorrow, warmth, world

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Pexels.com There is one thing I love more than anything. Nothing can compare. All day at any time I think of it. It is a constant feeling of relief to a troubled soul. In a world where being Black is difficult. People judge me before I speak. They walk in … Continue reading My Awkward Truth: Hamburgers Please

Grey Hills

by Esha Montgomery, posted in burn, burning, creative writing, darkness, fire, flame, Light, looking, night, pray, prayer, Smoke, warmth

Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com 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 … Continue reading Grey Hills

Open Fingertips

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bright, end, finger tips, Fingers, hair, heart, laugh, open, poem, poetry, short poem, smile, start, Uncategorized, weight

Smile with the corners of your eyes. Laugh from the depth of your heart. Put no breaks on your ending. Give no date to the moment you start. Just toss your hair and feel the weightless strands sliding between your open fingertips. Love always, Esha ❤