Stretched too thin I stiffen My skin hard as rock My mind static as a telephone in the wind I rest in a fetal shape as Waters rush around me A let them I let them rush a by til my brain gets better service And my skin softens again -Saschia
Author Archives: Jayne
Loyalty, where does it live and die?
I just want to throw this out there. I talk a lot of shit. I act like I’m rebellious and a rockstar, but it’s all a show. I f’n adore community and meeting people and learning people and supporting people. So yes, I like to go out. I like to dress sexy and feel pretty.Continue reading “Loyalty, where does it live and die?”
Love Yourself Properly
Today I decided to go into a fantasy world in my writing. I finished writing about the rough stuff and decided to write about how I feel when I’m loved. Of course it probably looks chaotic and a little unreal but when I’m loved that’s how my world feels. It feels like I could doContinue reading “Love Yourself Properly”
Just a Note On My Writing
This past month, I have been taking time to recall my past year. It’s been tough to feel like I’m putting myself through the past again, but in September, while I was going through a rough patch, I found myself diving headfirst into a lot of pieces I wrote over the years. Hearing how IContinue reading “Just a Note On My Writing”
Grateful For You
Thank you for security and stability Your snuggles get me through my dark days And your genuine laugh lights up my soul I’m so grateful to have you as my other whole -Saschia
Make Em Squirm
People are more comfortable when you live a life similar to their own, but we weren’t put here to make others feel more comfortable. Live loud make em squirm.
The Shows Over Now
The banquet hall’s empty Not a single piece of confetti left to prove our existence Bare floors Bare walls A bare heart left in the middle of the room …
Oops
Next time Next time Next time You don’t need to understand Right now -Saschia
Seasons
I sank into a picture perfect fantasy But now, The memories are flooding back The habitual reminders Of why I stopped fighting Why I slowly loosened my grip Why I let go I clinched my empty fists And off went the leaf from my branch It descended in a less elegant manor than I sawContinue reading “Seasons”
Their Togetherness
Their togetherness relies on their a push to love awkwardly It relies on sex and fear Silence and distance Those things push them together It doesn’t rely solely on her Or solely on him Not even rules or religion It’s the bad little things That make them Them -Saschia
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