Tag: taste
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No Limitations
After years of falling short and crumbling like cheese cake I have finally persevered Pushing back against the falling thunder Swiming against the opposing tide Moving through a world of wonder While fighting to get to the other side Freedom tastes like honey -fresh from the comb It’s the clanging bells of freedom on the…
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Hard Path
The path that led me here was filled with bristles, bounders and uncertainty I walked it alone Far from familiar surroundings with no place to call home But kept moving none the less There are days when I wonder why the sun beats down? Pressuring me with it’s bright light To give up on my…
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Keep Laughing
The pain may hurt you. Your friends may see your struggle and desert you. But laughter is the best medicine you will ever find. Because it makes the day bearable when the clouds form overhead. It makes the tears taste like bitter honey. It makes the hot coals turn to glowing embers that are strong…
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Sweat Beads
Count the beads of sweat They drip from your chin to your collar It is left soaked Like love spilling over into a wet sea The salty taste is bitter but cool to the touch You swim in unnerving fantasies Driven by an anxiety you can’t explain It is a bath in cold water produced…
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Open Sky
Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it’s fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. Love, Esha
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Punch Drunk Heart
What does a punch drunk heart know about love? It feels without remorse It beats without a care Calm when your around Then on edge when your not there One minute up The next down A tryst comes Romance goes But the connection stays the same Bathing in the sunshine Soaking in the warmth of…
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Reflection: Me and Poetry
Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
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