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
Category Archives: Poetry
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
I’m Trying
The winding road ahead makes my stomach churn. The past grabs at my ankles and the present slips away every few seconds. Sometimes apple pie slows me down and sometimes it’s him. But in between the ahead and behind is the place I strive to be.
To Just Be
There’s too much to narrow it down to one thing I could be sitting in a car doing nothing Or flying to a new country I could ski or become political I could be so many feelings For so many reasons But today I choose to just be I just am
Chick-A-Dees
The mush inside my head is no good I’m losing altitude or is it depth I’m losing I’m trying to gather my chick-a-dees and I just can’t seem to find them or maybe I’m looking for my marbles who knows I’m going to keep looking -Saschia
Here’s My Hand
What is it that I do not say Mouth slammed shut like my tongue is a trapped mouse the most important thoughts lead out to the ocean Here’s my hand please see inside me Look listen Help me filter through the bullshit So I can finally say what I want to say -Saschia
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