It’s the same door Isn’t it the same door Let me look Same handle Ok different wood But it’s practically identical Why would I be called somewhere So similar to the last one I know we shouldn’t compare doors But they’re like the same Look, look at that different door over there It’s like mineContinue reading “Options pushes and Pulls”
Category Archives: Poetry
Rested
You needed rest So I gave it to you Now, hop back on the bike And enjoy the sights Feel the breeze And let your spirit Fly free -Saschia
I am Aphrodite, Farewell
The art flows free when I’m with Ares We tripped over the skulls of our enemies Sat on the piles of their riches stacked to the sky And I know, I don’t need Ares, or revenge, or riches to make art And I know he takes away my focus. Aphrodite is a healthier option TheContinue reading “I am Aphrodite, Farewell”
Restless Leg Syndrome
The tingle in my belly The itch under my knee caps pulses pulses It keeps me awake It’s a strong wave tonight Eyes open eyes open Maybe too much caffeine Yea that’s it I should be sleeping I wish I could -Saschia
Florida
I found my home On a beach The home was me I found home in me On a beach Alone Loneliness comes much less Since that day on the beach The waves crashed Lovers walked And the sun set -Saschia
Set Her Free
She’s spun up like cotton candy Once you get a taste It’s never enough She goes round and round Emotion to emotion Skipping stones There’s heart in her A life so loud it’d clap your ear drums A taste so sweet it makes your head ache A wild soul A wandering woman Begging to beContinue reading “Set Her Free”
It wasn’t a get things done type of day It was a let’s just enjoy the moment type of day Things were going fine Then I got sucked back into the real world I’d rather be writing -Saschia
Playmate
I’m sorry you’ve been plucked from your eternal slumber And brought here to this god-forsaken planet but I needed a playmate So play with me Hop with me from lillypad to lillypad Build an army of gingerbread men Or live in a palace made of one of your favorite things Please, Please, play with meContinue reading “Playmate”
To Selfish Endeavors
The swing The lift The shift The crack in the glass The battle on the hill The mind that won’t stay quiet And the search that will never end I want you here for selfish reasons Mostly for your mouth But partially because you arouse me in ways no one else can -Sasch
It’s Yours
And at the snap of her fingers His feelings turned off Like a switch The walls shifted Doors closed Windows shattered He didn’t think she was capable of such things And yet she’d been trying to tell him all along It wasn’t she that was capable of them It was him -Saschia
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