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
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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
Nothing but Human
Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in Heart so full I forgot about myself Mind so conflicted nothing mattered I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality The mortal in me forgotten Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted That’s when I lost respectContinue reading “Nothing but Human”
Some Say
When the time comes You might know it Or maybe it won’t come Some say it’s all already planned That our biology chooses Is it the no that’s freedom ? Is it the giving in? I hope to not know the answer any time soon -Saschia
Abandonment
Their duffle bags Packed Always packed My chest rises on their arrival And falls on their departure It aches to think that I’ve done it, again To me To my children I’ve no plan for this My few freedoms in someone else’s hands My patience wearing thin Behind my smile kind words And a grinContinue reading “Abandonment”
