September 2019 – Jayne.press

I Wanted To

I wanted to remove every piece of me from you Every secret I told Every baby flushed down the drain Every moment I allowed myself to let you see me at my weakest point Every tear that landed on your shoulder I wanted it all back I wanted my love and my sweatshirt I wantedContinue reading “I Wanted To”

Actions

I have made a routine of loving you through my actions now here we are I’m not sure what to do with all my actions ♡ Saschia

Float

Scattered skin cells and hair follicles This body so temporary but these words could live on forever they may dissolve into nothing as my body does but they may lift a chin or a heart or a spirit and so I write them over and over again with hopes that something will come of themContinue reading “Float”

The Good Fight

My heart beats stronger with threat It brings the life out of me The rage redirected to art To rebuilding myself I will not be a machine tears and snot drip down my face I will not stop I will only grow larger and larger And my dreams will be closer and closer With anContinue reading “The Good Fight”

Just Behind My Lips

I have come up with a plan! It sat with excitement just behind my lips I tried so hard to cage it in to keep my plans a secret “shhhh” I hushed Anyway, now the plan makes no sense I spoke it aloud to try and find the sense in it but the senseContinue reading “Just Behind My Lips”

Tomorrow Brings Something

Ah, He’s filled my belly The tides have come But I’m tucked away Listening to the water drum Tossed and turned Candles lit while Writing on the walls of my ark I just know tomorrow will bring the sun ♡Saschia

Lower

He slapped it to my bones My freedom a loose skin Crumpled on the floor These crevices are soothed by words There’s no way around it Babble incoherence dum dum dums Drummed on my tattered soul Divine notes stuck to my bones Causing a chatter A dance an opening I slow, releasing a slice ofContinue reading “Lower”

Thumbs

Matched pupils At war My mind killing itself My heart hoping for an evolution Into a better me ♡Saschia

Dates?

Where are we The up has gathered outside my door The down, well, I lost that years ago Alarms for dates Partners for men Or some like that What am I doing? Does anyone know ♡Saschia

Kowalcyzk

Bloody nose again the iron taste drips down the back of my throat reminds of sex and immorality tissue against my nose morality fell out of my hand some time ago I say that in a ignorant manor not a some philosophical way that might make this poem a tad more shallow I slur wordsContinue reading “Kowalcyzk”