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Rested

You needed rest So I gave it to you Now, hop back on the bike And enjoy the sights Feel the breeze And let your spirit Fly free -Saschia

The art flows free when I’m with Ares We tripped over the skulls of our enemies Sat on the piles of their riches stacked to the sky And I know, I don’t need Ares, or revenge, or riches to make art And I know he takes away my focus. Aphrodite is a healthier option TheContinue reading “I am Aphrodite, Farewell”

Restless Leg Syndrome

The tingle in my belly The itch under my knee caps pulses pulses It keeps me awake It’s a strong wave tonight Eyes open eyes open Maybe too much caffeine Yea that’s it I should be sleeping I wish I could -Saschia

Set Her Free

She’s spun up like cotton candy Once you get a taste It’s never enough She goes round and round Emotion to emotion Skipping stones There’s heart in her A life so loud it’d clap your ear drums A taste so sweet it makes your head ache A wild soul A wandering woman Begging to beContinue reading “Set Her Free”

Playmate

I’m sorry you’ve been plucked from your eternal slumber And brought here to this god-forsaken planet but I needed a playmate So play with me Hop with me from lillypad to lillypad Build an army of gingerbread men Or live in a palace made of one of your favorite things Please, Please, play with meContinue reading “Playmate”

To Selfish Endeavors

The swing The lift The shift The crack in the glass The battle on the hill The mind that won’t stay quiet And the search that will never end I want you here for selfish reasons Mostly for your mouth But partially because you arouse me in ways no one else can -Sasch

It’s Yours

And at the snap of her fingers His feelings turned off Like a switch The walls shifted Doors closed Windows shattered He didn’t think she was capable of such things And yet she’d been trying to tell him all along It wasn’t she that was capable of them It was him -Saschia

Anchored

It’s not to me It’s to the future It’s to the bottom of the ocean Next to ship wrecks And mysterious treasures

From Unwritten to Written

The space between unwritten and written grows and shrinks The greatest frustration is being shut out We avoid that like the plague and we ride the waves that keep us closest to written as long as they exist -Saschia

When I Wake Up

I slept with a man But now I sleep with My laptop and my books It’s not that they’re people It’s just that this bed is too large for me And most nights I fall asleep In the middle of Reading or typing It’s nice to have them there when I wake up -Saschia