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One More

we’re going to do this we’re in this together from sunshine to moonrise I’m here by your side just one more day just one more poem we’re going to do this we’re going to do this -Saschia

Sleepy

I tuck the covers between my legs and Nestle in. Comfort I can’t even keep my eyes open It’s time to snuggle up and dream big dreams -sasch

Sky as bare as a new born My rebirth causes an itch under my fingernails If only I could reach it I’m trying so hard to embrace this body To push and mold it But I get so tired So hungry And yet that doesn’t stop me I lift my demons and sweat them outtaContinue reading “Bare”

Got one more day under the ole belt Will the years get me published ? Recognized ? Will it be worth it when I’ve stacked years on years Could I teach it Will I love it more Unknown is such a tiny word compared to it’s vastness

Sank

Over head he smiles I only know because I feel his warmth The alcohol has caused a blur My madness sinks beneath whiskey slurs I’m thirsty I’m hungry But I’m too intoxicated to fix either Maybe I should have left the bottle alone Maybe this is my life and how I want to live itContinue reading “Sank”

Heart

There is an untouchable us An us the world can’t touch We stay forever connected No matter the pulls No matter the tugs After our many resurrections We’ll always be us One hand reaching for the sky The other grasping our love I’m hanging on I’m hanging on To the untouchable us -Saschia

A Warm Up

Lenses are clearing And fishing has begun Tap tap tippity tap Sounds the keys An alarm to wake up My creativity There’s hope It floats by once in a while There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of But we need this We need this To live to sacrifice our bloody insides ToContinue reading “A Warm Up”

Proactive

Respect her sacred spaces her secret garden, her desk, her solitude, her thoughts let it be hers and hers alone and when you do this you will see a change in climate -Saschia But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History

Blooms

The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze

Under God’s Gaze

my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”