Scrubbed
Guts still swollen
And big enough for the world to see
Eyes shut tight
Mind drunk on new fantasies
While my
Finger tips are tapped by their own thumb
music is forming
I can feel it in my feet
-Saschia
Tag: art
Day Dreamer
Hand in hand
Flames nip at my sweater
queen of myself
Heart stitched to my sleeve
I crave an empty belly
but a full mind
-Saschia
Growth
Flowers grow in cracks sometimes
Roots definitely do
I can keep growing through this
Wait
I will keep growing through this
Concrete can’t even stop me
(That’s a metaphor)
(Because, you know, concrete can very much stop me)
♡Saschia
Kinda Like
I need to get it out
All the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions
Nestled beneath the surface
I can’t simmer
And stew
I have to be honest with me
About my own feelings
So they don’t control me
Maybe it will help you be honest with yourself too
But I’m definitely not doing this for you
This honesty, this truth baring
It’s a completely selfish act
Kinda like masturbation
-Saschia
Finger Tips
the sadness
the moments I freeze in fear
palms on my thighs
the moments I lose myself in emotion
to protect my tribe
they are all me
pieces that will evolve
and die
and come back to life
the smile I can’t wipe from my face
the way I act like it’s a whole new world
when I fall in love
that is me
A collection of those who loved me
and a collection of those who had no idea how
❤ Saschia
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Worn Out or Udlsidt
Aka Working Class
This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth. And how work tends to drive us there much quicker than we are prepared for. The way she holds him it seems as if he’s someone close to her heart. Oh, how I can relate to her emotions here.
I’m wondering your opinions.
Ouch
Pulled tight
Heart slumped in the middle
The strain is too great
It feels so like dead babies
If only I could sleep through fall
And wake up in winter
Making the strain nothing
But a distant memory
-Saschia
Gargoyle
I fill my mouth with water and spit it into the sink. The water swirls around and disappears down the drain. They say all drains lead to the ocean.
For Now
The path has forked
Choices must be made
but beforehand let’s enjoy this cloudless night
Let’s count the stars
And make love in the wild
No need to rush
We’re gunna die either way
Let’s enjoy our time together
-Sasch
I am Dorthy’s Defense Mechanism
Dorthey has to fight the villain inside her. She tries to stay focused on growth and not letting others bring her down. But sometimes she gets down, real down. She wants to drag her enemies to the depths of hell. Introduce them her friend, Death and fill their bellies with the greatest pleasures in life. She wants to leave them stranded and lonely waiting for someone to just. come. and. love. them. The place she was. The way she was. And sometimes she loses control and she stoops. She stoops and she feels like she’s let herself down every time she does. She never wants another human to feel the physical and emotional pain she’s gone through. But she clinches her fists and grits her teeth at times, praying for vengeance from above and below. Then she thinks, you know what, they may never realize the pain they caused. They may never take the time to learn their own soul. Their own magnificent inner being. Now that, is the true heartbreak. And that is when she reels herself back in and remembers that in another life, in another dimension, she made the same mistake. Even if it would have never been in this lifetime. That thought slacks her jaw and releases her shoulders. This is her growth. This is a snapshot inside a human mind attempting to grow from every circumstance. This is her truth.
