Fear’s shadow lingers in the crack below the door I keep that door locked Even though sometimes it swings wide open I pace by it from time to time But I don’t even touch the handle I hate to twiddle my thumbs While I think up the worst case scenario I don’t even like toContinue reading “Under The Knife”
Category Archives: Poetry
Let’s Go
Take my hand here look my palms are open Take my hand to the edge over the edge listen as the glass shatters -Saschia
Heirloom
My necklace swings as I bend over to plant some seeds It swings again when I clean someone’s muddy tracks off the floor I kinda wanna take it off but it was from my grandmother.
Glass Jar
Give me a sledge hammer So I can break free From this glass jar -Saschia
Sacred
They try so hard to keep my sanity They close my knees with two fingers From each hand As if I’m a doll at a table set for tea. -Saschia
I Crave
I crave instant gratification and the lure of feel good meetings with hollow words. I want those things too And sometimes I do indulge. But it all leads to an empty that aches. You know, those scratches you can’t itch And even though I know this, I still have to remind myself those things areContinue reading “I Crave”
The Night Sky Tells It All
My heart is growing I can’t hide the truth It’s breaking free I can keep quiet but only out of respect to innocent The fight is still in me but the direction in which I focus has narrowed to only my art my art which is vast but what matters is I’m focused -Saschia TimeContinue reading “The Night Sky Tells It All”
Ruined
The makeup drips down her face Black tears There’s more to all this She knows it She feels it in her bones Even though it was wrong She knows that too But there was this push much stronger than before An urge she’s never felt She wasn’t herself or was she Is this what beingContinue reading “Ruined”
Time Slip
The heavens land at my feet And hell underneath my breath My understanding triumphs over my other self While she prays pleadingly I gaze at her like an open ocean Strong and consistent Her dreams clinched in my fist Hold my hand hold me tight I don’t want to go on without you -Saschia
The Collective
In a few hours things will settle back into place Unless I don’t want them to I have thought myself into a sort of teeter totter The good runneth over the bad hiddeth my cup but in a few hours this piece will join the rest and I’ll be one step closer to whole -Saschia
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