Got one more day under the ole belt Will the years get me published ? Recognized ? Will it be worth it when I’ve stacked years on years Could I teach it Will I love it more Unknown is such a tiny word compared to it’s vastness
Monthly Archives: May 2019
Sank
Over head he smiles I only know because I feel his warmth The alcohol has caused a blur My madness sinks beneath whiskey slurs I’m thirsty I’m hungry But I’m too intoxicated to fix either Maybe I should have left the bottle alone Maybe this is my life and how I want to live itContinue reading “Sank”
Heart
There is an untouchable us An us the world can’t touch We stay forever connected No matter the pulls No matter the tugs After our many resurrections We’ll always be us One hand reaching for the sky The other grasping our love I’m hanging on I’m hanging on To the untouchable us -Saschia
Practice
She’s in the mirror while sunlight pokes her in the face she feels as each oblong word beats it’s way out I am worthy I AM worthy I am worthy I am WORTHY She crawls under her large comforter, blinds drawn. Her small mouth crackles with spit as she opens it to whisper: i amContinue reading “Practice”
Pre planned life?
I don’t believe God pre plans out our lives for us. I think we are born into a family we don’t choose to be in and we then make a life for ourselves with whatever opportunities we are given. Some have far more and some have far less and that’s just the way it is.
A Warm Up
Lenses are clearing And fishing has begun Tap tap tippity tap Sounds the keys An alarm to wake up My creativity There’s hope It floats by once in a while There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of But we need this We need this To live to sacrifice our bloody insides ToContinue reading “A Warm Up”
Proactive
Respect her sacred spaces her secret garden, her desk, her solitude, her thoughts let it be hers and hers alone and when you do this you will see a change in climate -Saschia But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History
A Bag Full of Freedom
I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
Blooms
The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze
Under God’s Gaze
my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”