my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”
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Traffic Jam
Traffic jam We’re at a stand still No inky edits No fancy thoughts Just the dull rumble of someone elses engine The stale taste of leftovers From yesterday Home is normally just 5 minutes from here But today it looks like it’s gunna take longer -Saschia
More Room
You are accepted the way you are I’ve prayed and hoped for a different you For so many years Now, I have reached a place where You are who you are And that gave me more room for love -Saschia
Will Write For Tomorrow
Light in the distance A globe or maybe an orb It flits around the corners of my heart Dashes against the edges of my mind I look and touch and smell What it may be like I want things a way Smooth oiled machines But life isn’t so oiled It’s jagged and rough There areContinue reading “Will Write For Tomorrow”
The Miniature
The statue was miniature A nude miniature Nude because it’s art Even though the miniature looked quite real He indeed was not
Airy
A soft glow of light just outside my window hums a tune that takes me away for a moment. Under my down comforter I sip from a glass that doesn’t quench and air out all my thoughts that lack depth -Saschia
Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied where man is winged and birds speak this is where I write from and also from my heart even when it seems meaningless it is something it is a piece of me and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself because for someContinue reading “Art”
Spring Painting
Stone steps in the dirt A field of wildflowers Dew drops And a cottage filled with love -Saschia
Moraldom
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”
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
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