Fingers intertwined Locked into submission From some irresistible urge Don’t pretend you don’t feel it The pull Ignore the fear and the doubt Feel the ocean Taste the breeze Close your eyes And fucking kiss me -Saschia
Category Archives: Poetry
Bared Bones
Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia
Safe
Tucked under my blankets The doors are locked The kids have kissed foreheads And warm toesies Safe from the cold damp night -Saschia
This is Who
I watched her rise above I watched her question who she really was And demand who she would become She didn’t sit still for a moment longer She pushed through and persevered And now her home is quiet And still She worked for this peace She stepped out and stood tall And worked til herContinue reading “This is Who”
Steady
The ground freezes I’d have lost my footing But over the years I left pebbles And words and stories To hold me steady I still fall But I land on poetry I don’t think there is anything more artistic Than landing on poetry -Saschia
The world will swallow you whole without a thought It will take your possessions Your goals Your plans for the future And chew it all like a cow chews cud So plant your roots Find your soul And be true to who you are There’s no other way -Saschia
Only You
The spins The darkness The caving in I don’t expect anyone to understand this But you You’ll make it I promise you We’ll light the way together I’ll light the way for you Don’t waste your time Doubting whether this is right Changing bad habits Never feels right -Saschia
I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree Their selfish acts beside mine Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors That they have become a catapult An explosion of sticky wet truth Like an orgasm at just the right time IContinue reading
The Perfect Storm
From the angered deep The water sloshes Globs of water Thicker than waves Roar Youths lift fishies by the gallon And do gooders curl up in corners Unharmed But the untamed the uncouth They dive in Some make it back to the boat Others don’t survive -Saschia
The Art of Letting Go
My head spins like a top The rush The drop The world let go of me -Saschia
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