Moraldom Wrap me in white and send me along, away to a place where there’s no rules Rock me steady on a hollow log listen for my beats, while I drift along Gift me your love while in white I dream but what I want is to be alone, I suppose watch as everything escapesContinue reading “Moraldom”
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Returning
Sometimes I write to escape myself sometimes I write to find myself other times I write just because I have to no matter what I’m always returning -Saschia Inspired by Freud’s Master Plot by Peter Brooks More poetry? The Third Trimester
The Third Trimester
nestled in snug as a pug who’s unwilling to move and uninterested in rewriting the day Just fruit smoothies with spinach will do I don’t wish to handle much else right now -Saschia puzzle me this…
puzzle
here are the parts some broken some whole and worthwhile others timeless but when hung together it becomes a symphony a novel a coming to that can be revealed in no other way -Saschia Another poem? Step
Moments of Desire
Why do I have to want it so bad it scares me to try I wish I could calmly face my desires no matter how large They say shoot for the moon but I tend to shoot for the sky I’m definitely a toe dipper -Saschia Step
Where
Days grow Nights shrink as I adjust my legs There is a place here for me Awake not in some dreamy state Grounded not drifting -Saschia
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous the drive to replace the mask of positivity and the plague of territorial jealousy like a jack in the box I never wound but I love when it rains and I love when you show your true face the rugged one the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit insisting itContinue reading “Elsewhere”
Caged from Words
I pace back and forth like a caged animal waiting for a stray hand and an unsuspecting little one Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention and I can slip them between the bars Some eye me down and to show them who’s boss I lick my lips and then theirs and then my ownContinue reading “Caged from Words”
Doors
Derrida, Deconstruction & Of Grammatology
Artists
The road winds in a manner that seems as if I keep walking in circles but there are very subtle differences differences only a curious person would notice like the flowers are a different shade of blue or the bugs are crawling on their backs rather than their bellies Makers of art wander on andContinue reading “Artists”
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