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Vanilla Sky

I feel like I wrote him into me Inside my head Inside my world Between my thighs And in between the lines Of my poetry Could this be real More writings here

Butterflies are set free from her mouth, the way none-sense usually is. You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks, a quality others admire most about her. Thousands of butterflies escaped and filled the room. Her mouth hung open. Not word bounced off the walls, only thoughts and butterflies. -Saschia Check MeContinue reading “Butterflies”

The Sun

The sun set on his sadness Then it rose the next day and the next day until his spirit was replenished Sasch

I Feel It

I feel the madness trickling in Under the door- through the door Makes my legs electric and My heart flighty Madness waits for no door To be opened It stains eyeballs red As reality quakes out of view Let it trickle let it trickle Because there’s no escaping it. Check Me Out On Medium

Escape

I did it again I thought about sleep more than my writing If life could be full of sleep and cupcakes oh what a life it would be Of course in this life my body couldn’t handle it But maybe somewhere out there people survive on sleep and cupcakes Maybe they keep a batch nextContinue reading “Escape”

Weary Girl

It may seem I’m falling away I am My stomach aches My mind hurts from my own roaming eyes From the shards slipped between each fold I can promise you I don’t want to fall away But this shift is making me uncomfortable This unreliability scares me so Deep deep in my bones so IContinue reading “Weary Girl”

I’m Going to Love You

I’m not going to write you love letters I’m going to show you I’ll always be here I’m going to be completely And unapologetically me I’m going to get mad I’m going to be selfish with you I’m going to ask you to do things you don’t wanna do But my mad comes with acceptanceContinue reading “I’m Going to Love You”

Makers Of Dreams

how bad do you want it does it drag you outta bed at one am do you do it even when you know it’s not perfect and if you don’t do the demons of regret torture you until you do would you sacrifice empty dreams to see a childhood one come true The truth isContinue reading “Makers Of Dreams”

Truffles

Golden box filled with a cryptic variety The folded paper to help me decipher which chocolate I just placed in my mouth Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I close my eyes and lean back Enjoying the fruitsContinue reading “Truffles”

Here, I Am Here

My reality is a dream I sit in everyday I ran from it and now I grasp it as tight as I can I don’t want to let it go I don’t want to be anywhere else Here with my loves Among their blooms Among their thorns Is where I wish to be -Saschia