I never thought I had myself together But I sure tried -Saschia
Monthly Archives: October 2019
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 youContinue reading “Kinda Like”
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 likeContinue reading “Finger Tips”
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.Continue reading “Hans Andersen Brindekilde”
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
Threshold
I crossed the threshold. It took some time. I paced the door looked in the key hole I even tested the handle then finally, I crossed the threshold only to find another hall full of a hundred more wonky doors This is a nice hall I hall worth resting in I’ll test some more doorsContinue reading “Threshold”
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