Scrubbed
Guts still swollen
And big enough for the world to see
Eyes shut tight
Mind drunk on new fantasies
While my
Finger tips are tapped by their own thumb
music is forming
I can feel it in my feet
-Saschia
I Tried
I never thought
I had myself together
But I sure tried
-Saschia
Day Dreamer
Hand in hand
Flames nip at my sweater
queen of myself
Heart stitched to my sleeve
I crave an empty belly
but a full mind
-Saschia
My Pet
I lift my shirt
And watch their
animalistic features
Twist and turn
While I lust a long day
With a pile of books
The misfit kind
That are discarded
Assumed to finger madness
Only it’s those books that speak
The music of my ancestors
♡Saschia
Growth
Flowers grow in cracks sometimes
Roots definitely do
I can keep growing through this
Wait
I will keep growing through this
Concrete can’t even stop me
(That’s a metaphor)
(Because, you know, concrete can very much stop me)
♡Saschia
Kinda Like
I need to get it out
All the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions
Nestled beneath the surface
I can’t simmer
And stew
I have to be honest with me
About my own feelings
So they don’t control me
Maybe it will help you be honest with yourself too
But I’m definitely not doing this for you
This honesty, this truth baring
It’s a completely selfish act
Kinda like masturbation
-Saschia
Finger Tips
the sadness
the moments I freeze in fear
palms on my thighs
the moments I lose myself in emotion
to protect my tribe
they are all me
pieces that will evolve
and die
and come back to life
the smile I can’t wipe from my face
the way I act like it’s a whole new world
when I fall in love
that is me
A collection of those who loved me
and a collection of those who had no idea how
❤ Saschia
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Worn Out or Udlsidt
Aka Working Class
This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth. And how work tends to drive us there much quicker than we are prepared for. The way she holds him it seems as if he’s someone close to her heart. Oh, how I can relate to her emotions here.
I’m wondering your opinions.
Ouch
Pulled tight
Heart slumped in the middle
The strain is too great
It feels so like dead babies
If only I could sleep through fall
And wake up in winter
Making the strain nothing
But a distant memory
-Saschia
Drinks
Whiskey isn’t the right drunk
I know I know
It runs to my brain
And the talking and the mess
And the freedom from social restraint
It loosens
Words pour
Then they make no sense
But the escape
Oh, the escape
It’s temporary, right?
But it’s nice
It’s nice to get away
-Sasch
