Unwrapped Unhinged Dressed down to get them to see My eyes Look at me Stay out of my hair Get under my nails Oht, did you just yell at me? I wanna chase you but I won’t Float away Go, go ahead now
Category Archives: Poetry
Creepy Trees
When did this begin Was it when I asked Was it just yesterday What is today again? I’m not sorry I’ve drifted Now I know which way is wrong Let’s try this again -Saschia
Paper Skin
This thin skin can’t tolerate much It’s like paper I used to look for bandaids I used to wrap up in layers so no one could see But there’s no poetry in that And what’s a poet with no poetry So here I am professing my sadness My thin skin And My desire for moreContinue reading “Paper Skin”
Maybe
Maybe this is all there is But the maybe That’s what keeps me focused The maybe there’s just as little bit more Or a lotta bit more I think it’s worth hangin on To a maybe -Saschia
You In Me
Dance with me Shift Change positions With me Let’s get lost And find you in me And me in you Let’s work together To make sure We both get through Cuz life can be a shithole Or it could be a beautiful dance With just me and you -Saschia
The Good Fight
I’m tired I continue to sacrifice sleep And the tired is getting to me Getting tired of being mature Of being conscious Of being awake It’s tiring to focus on my own growth To focus on the development of my character Especially, when I’m just too tired But we do it, right We continue theContinue reading “The Good Fight”
I Choose Captain
I am my own vessel At all times I am capable of navigating the open ocean I can be the captain And face the storm Or I can let someone else Lead my vessel That choice is always Mine -Sasch
Cling
Sometimes it’s as simple as visiting your your grandmother Or chewing the same flavor gum you chewed in highschool But most times it’s letting go of something you’re not ready to let go of And that’s the simple truth we should be clinging to -Sasch
Ah Ha!
Ah he stopped And for the briefest moment He connected And retraced his steps If that’s not enlightenment I don’t know what is Well, truth is I don’t know much of anything I just know he connected -Sasch
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
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