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”
Category Archives: Poetry
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
Matters Of Love
The gates of her garden are left open to wanderers They say she’s too friendly and she shouldn’t be so trusting that matters of love are a waste of time But that isn’t her The roses died and bloomed and dried out They’ve been over watered, pruned too early, and forgotten, But come spring theyContinue reading “Matters Of Love”
Stitched Together
From time to time I think of you From minute to minute you cross my mind From hour to hour I’m lost in our fantasies If I stopped I might lose you So I leave myself little reminders Moons and doors and stars as big as your eyes The truth is I don’t need remindersContinue reading “Stitched Together”
Why You Lept
The minute you choose to heal from your past there’s going to be a million reasons not to. There’s going to be a million distractions. Everything that comes up in place of healing is going to feel better and taste better and look so much better than what it is you have to heal fromContinue reading “Why You Lept”
Th Gaze
Untrustworthy eye Looks At my outsides My integrity unquestioned by me But the eye what does it think? My choices, conformed? No, not conformed Wait There’s a blur A space in which maybe I’d do things a little different if the lense did not exist I make calls to persuade the lense to look away
And Still Do
The things that once brought me meaning still bring meaning The pressure only added value now they glisten and blind me and turn me over as if I’ll never be good enough for them but I still value those things the things that once had meaning and still do -Saschia
Kiss Me
While the world wastes away on a monotonous routine step outside of it all and kiss me hard. Don’t kiss me hard only after everything is falling apart Kiss me hard when everything is going right There’s no point in waiting This is what life is: connections, honesty, bravery Show up, kiss me. It’s notContinue reading “Kiss Me”
Know Yourself/Share Yourself
There are a million people that will love you and see you the way I do. You are not stuck with one person they are not the only one who can understand you. But it is your job to understand you. When you understand you and accept you it doesn’t matter so much when othersContinue reading “Know Yourself/Share Yourself”
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