The scent of dead leaves And a wind that stings me to the bone Oh, to be lost And found in the arms of poetry that makes an artist out of me -Saschia
Category Archives: Poetry
Caffeine
Nothing picks me up The way caffeine does I should say more But what else can I say When the energy is low When I don’t have much to say Caffeine saves the day Yaay -Sasch
For Tomorrow
I was tired today It was a lot of Just showing up today A Just get this done for Tomorrow type of day -Saschia
Meet Me
The weight of the world Rests under the tips of my toes It meets each step As if it knows Just where I need to go -Sasch
A Strange Wind Blew
My home leaned for so long It leaned on the strongest tree The closest tree It just leaned As if it was built that way But a strange wind blew The kind that’d kill a witch And it stood my house straight Now my house doesn’t lean As if it were made that way ItContinue reading “A Strange Wind Blew”
Winding Road
Ah, the opositonal pulls The maneuvers The crawls beneath the floorboards fingertips that brush the sky No matter how many times They still keep coming I twirl I sway I sleep I play I try my best to extend my web In so many ways And here on this winding road I’ll stay I’ll stayContinue reading “Winding Road”
This Bit@#
I found the one I wanted We had a couple fucks I might have fucked up in my choices But here I am Still writing poetry And peeing on toilet seats (Don’t worry I cleaned it up) -Saschia
Gold
The beginning was fascinating Then it got wild A slow descent An upward battle The type of alone that isn’t called solitude I fought myself Shed to the bone I searched for gold I found home -Saschia
I’m Here
It was dark when we met Chin tipped swallowing air My feelings for you were proof that I still existed Even in hell eyes glazed over I listened as an escape I showed up as an escape And then one day you were just there Without a flinch And I crawled out Cuz you pokedContinue reading “I’m Here”
He’s a Portal
The trees fall away I’m left with stars and bodies merging Clasped hands and Throats stuffed with scrolls We dance and drift into spirals He searches my mouth I search his heart This is the life we choose Separate but together -Separate
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