I am my own vessel At all times I am capable of navigating the open ocean I can be the captain And face the storm Or I can let someone else Lead my vessel That choice is always Mine -Sasch
Tag Archives: art
Cling
Sometimes it’s as simple as visiting your your grandmother Or chewing the same flavor gum you chewed in highschool But most times it’s letting go of something you’re not ready to let go of And that’s the simple truth we should be clinging to -Sasch
The Act of Loving Myself
Love is an act not a feeling The feeling is anxiety Same feeling you get on a roller coaster Or right before you’re about to speak When I say love, I’m referring to the verb. I will love myself with actions I will love you with my actions It’s a bonus when you get bothContinue reading “The Act of Loving Myself”
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
The Dance
The walls dance around me The floors present and safe Until there’s a gap Between the floor and my feet The tea is ready the carpets are slapped clean Let me see Let me see Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know Shall we dance The walls shift and play And I scream withContinue reading “The Dance”
Self-doubt
Self-doubt is a bitch She sneaks up on you with questions Simple logical questions And then she brings in reason And your well-meaning friends That’s when everything you wanted to do becomes a mountain Do it anyway Fuck self-doubt and all her questions
Her Approval
She is filled to the brim With her own approval There were days when she looked for it in others But one day she decided the only one she needed approval from was herself
He Is
He is something I want to myself He is real and innocent He reminds me of Christmas morning The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day And just the words you need to hearContinue reading “He Is”
Feeding the Blank Page
There are days when I’m down When my tear ducts ache There are days when I stand behind my inner warrior So my fire can fight the good fight And there are days when I crave whiskey and risky behavior But most days I just feed the blank page That’s how things stay in perspectiveContinue reading “Feeding the Blank Page”
Bee Talk
Mid winter Is too cold to show you The flowers I’ve collected from But stay a while Let’s get drunk on honey And maybe you’ll find the remnants of pollen left between my thighs -Sasch
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