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”
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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”
Gargoyle
I fill my mouth with water and spit it into the sink. The water swirls around and disappears down the drain. They say all drains lead to the ocean.
For Now
The path has forked Choices must be made but beforehand let’s enjoy this cloudless night Let’s count the stars And make love in the wild No need to rush We’re gunna die either way Let’s enjoy our time together -Sasch
I am Dorthy’s Defense Mechanism
Dorthey has to fight the villain inside her. She tries to stay focused on growth and not letting others bring her down. But sometimes she gets down, real down. She wants to drag her enemies to the depths of hell. Introduce them her friend, Death and fill their bellies with the greatest pleasures in life.Continue reading “I am Dorthy’s Defense Mechanism”
Puppets
She grasps his hand It felt like a place where love lived Hand in hand They shared lies and secrets Thoughts and their brokenness Cracks of light break in And they can think of nothing else But each other -Sasch
Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell
The stars lit me up And lined my pockets The dancing wisked me away And spun me up They won’t leave They lift me over the fence Over the moon They dig my grave And soak my bones ♡Saschia
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