These arms are meant to be wrapped around you
These lips are meant to be pressed against your skin
This mind is meant to be mingled with yours
Category: Poetry
Empowerment for the gas lit
They’re going to belittle you and question your thoughts
Keep empowering yourself
Keep thinking
They’re going to tell you how you should feel
Keep feeling every little thing that ripples through your veins
They’re going to tell you don’t worry about it now you have your whole life ahead of you
Get it done
They’re going to try to convince you that you should be doing it their way
Don’t you dare stop doing things the way things work for you
And know I will support you when they all laugh at your ideas and call them silly and call you stupid
Your ideas are not to be laughed at. And should be taken respectfully.
And you my free spirit are abso-fucking-lutely
Not Stupid
Let’s Just Be
The push and pull centered me
I’ve accepted me
I’ve loved me
Even in uncertainty
My arms are open to the things meant for me
My eyes are closed to keep my heart open
I will be
Ok
-Saschia
Us and Our Art Space
You’re the words I want to hear and the voice I seek in the darkness.
You’re the first person I think to call when I have good news
And the one I run to with my bad thoughts
I can’t help it
Separate lives, shared thoughts
Working together to create something
With nothing but the visions in our minds
Empty Fields
Ah here comes the depth
Here comes the midnight walks
In an empty field filled with ghosts
And blood and
Screams from so many past lives
I’ve been here too many times
To care much about the escape
I’ve come this time to dance
With the shadows
-Sasch
Her Looming Shadow
I spin her round
Like a top
No, more like a dance partner
She’s mad
She’s not interested in being spoken to this way
What does she know? She asks the heavens
And I dig in
I know about the sex
I know about the dirty little things she does when she thinks nobody’s looking
Those are the least of her worries
Because I have my dirty little habits too
And then she looks up
And her head aches
And her tummy growls
There’s a storm brewing
And it’s not coming to drop a house on the bad guys
Because bad guys don’t always lose
-Saschia
Uplift
I was determined to show up and love you where you were
I propped my chest open to let some air in
And then you had to go and critique my body
I was fine I would have left unscathed
But you had to talk about something I’ve taken years to love.
Something that has always been fragile
And it broke me a little bit
But I know this is just me learning to love me regardless of other’s opinions
So thank you for poking the wound
Thank you for poking my body.
-Saschia
Dear Lover
The life you desire doesn’t exist with me
It makes me sad I’m not the one for you
I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you
I’ve stepped away from the crowd
I spend nights on the outskirts of town
Contemplating the darkness within me
I’ve nothing to give but words on words
The only guarantee here is that the end is always near
The only promise I can give is that I will continue searching til my lids close and no longer open
Even then I hope the search continues
I’m not the one for you
I wasn’t placed on this planet for you
My place is separate and set apart from the rest
But I do hope to be wrapped up in you from time to time to ease the pains of constant shedding
But sometimes
I’m shedding you
-Saschia
Martyr
My words have left for the hills
They’ve been slaughtered
Like the fattest calf
And sent to the heavens
In billows of smoke
I hope god accepts them
I hope he let’s me come in
As spirit
After the slaughtering
I hope the priests eat well
Their bellies full enough to teach
And lead
And fight off wolves
I hope I was finally good enough
For something
Solipsism
She’s gone
snuffed out with just a thought
not a person could save her
or her body
or her works
dead and gone
the gift of being mortal
the gift of life
to gift your body into the hands of another
because there is no fight
there never was
pain is an act of life
death is the grand-finale
but there’s no going out with a bang
it will be far less extravagant than that
-Saschia
