February 2020 – Jayne.press

Florida

I found my home On a beach The home was me I found home in me On a beach Alone Loneliness comes much less Since that day on the beach The waves crashed Lovers walked And the sun set -Saschia

She’s spun up like cotton candy Once you get a taste It’s never enough She goes round and round Emotion to emotion Skipping stones There’s heart in her A life so loud it’d clap your ear drums A taste so sweet it makes your head ache A wild soul A wandering woman Begging to beContinue reading “Set Her Free”

Where Am I

I’ve reached a place in my life where I’m more full, more myself, and more humble than I’ve ever been. I feel so me. The self that loved with no expectations. The girl before her first heartbreak. It’s as if I’m getting a second chance at life and love and following my dreams. Life isn’tContinue reading “Where Am I”

Promise You, Trust Me

“Swallow them down so that it doesn’t hurt so bad to need the love they promised if only you could just behave.” Loving these words. Couldn’t read one more post without sharing.

It wasn’t a get things done type of day It was a let’s just enjoy the moment type of day Things were going fine Then I got sucked back into the real world I’d rather be writing -Saschia

Playmate

I’m sorry you’ve been plucked from your eternal slumber And brought here to this god-forsaken planet but I needed a playmate So play with me Hop with me from lillypad to lillypad Build an army of gingerbread men Or live in a palace made of one of your favorite things Please, Please, play with meContinue reading “Playmate”

To Selfish Endeavors

The swing The lift The shift The crack in the glass The battle on the hill The mind that won’t stay quiet And the search that will never end I want you here for selfish reasons Mostly for your mouth But partially because you arouse me in ways no one else can -Sasch

It’s Yours

And at the snap of her fingers His feelings turned off Like a switch The walls shifted Doors closed Windows shattered He didn’t think she was capable of such things And yet she’d been trying to tell him all along It wasn’t she that was capable of them It was him -Saschia

Anchored

It’s not to me It’s to the future It’s to the bottom of the ocean Next to ship wrecks And mysterious treasures

Pancake Life

The days blend together like pancake mix There’s lumps of sleep here and there But in the end I think my life would be tasty Topped with syrup -Saschia