Blue Feelings

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Photo by Isom Jacobs 

I was painted blue with your love. But I'll get back up again. Only to swim in the sea of another's eyes. To sail in the dreams of a new lovers mind. To forget about the memories I choose not to remember. To push away the old feelings I'd rather leave behind. You are the cushion of old familiarity like a couch I became use to. The groves of a body settled into place. Accustomed to seeing your form and caressing your face. But when I needed comfort. I couldn't find you. No more swimming in blue oceans looking for the end of rising tides. It's time for a new adventure my heart is in need it something I can call mine.

Love always, Esha <3

Good Men

 

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Good gracious, Lord have mercy 

Cover me in your grace 

Wrap me in your love 

Turn me not from your face 

I have sinned 

Again and again 

Dug, deep, dark trenches 

For the hearts and souls 

Of good men 

Knowing I could never 

Care for them 

I get it in 

Impaired evenings lavished 

With Dom Perignon, fast food and gin

At some point 

Ya gonna speak 

Only so many times 

You can kiss on a man’s neck 

And make his mind go weak

Love always, Esha  <3

To Hear

 

Seeing the contours of your face is a pleasure to me 

You give me hope beyond tomorrow 

Pushing me to move past the trials of yesterday 

You are the sunlight cutting through the storm 

Shine on my day once again 

And make my cold heart warm 

Your love is sweet poetry to tuned out ears 

Inch closer to me with all the kind words 

My lonely heart has longed to hear 

Hold me in your gentle palms 

Bring me near

Love always, Esha 

Rusty Pennies

Image by Ely Penner from Pixabay

In the course of life, you interact with people. Hold hands, join in laughter, cry together in moments of pain. Some connections last forever, others are reduced to a brief yet memorable moment in time. Yet some individuals are utterly forgotten like copper pennies rusting at the bottom of the sea. The blue salty water floats over their memory. But the truth remains the same. So you go through life with a vague, distant memory of a familiar face you once knew. 


Love always, Esha 

The Joy of Change

Image by Jan Alexander from Pixabay 

 

Speak life 

Anger won't fix it 

Pain will subside 

But don't dwell in it 

Because peace lies on the other side 

Be present in the joy of a new sunrise 

Rejoice everyday that you're alive

Take to the highway 

Feel the breeze on your face 

Watch the birds soar by 

You are at the beginning 

Of wonder and change 

There is joy for those who refuse to stay the same 

Love always, Esha 

Seeing Tomorrow

I look for the bright side. I think we all do! We search for the road to understanding knowing that the words necessary may elude us at times. But we try and try and try again. Knowing that each failure brings us closer to winning. The world may see your mistakes and call you a loser. They see your upsets as amusing anecdotes in an otherwise boring life. Don't be deceived by their laughter. Don't be consumed or compromised by the misplaced judgment you face. Don't be swayed by the hurt and pain people place on your crowded shoulders. It is not your burden to carry. Keep pushing for the tomorrow that others fail to see. Love always, Esha <3