Things divided Silverware blankets random living supplies But you can’t divide children Here’s your mail And your time But these humans we have to share We could be fair about it But let’s be honest Life’s not fair Values aren’t shared So this is yours And that is mine See you the next time weContinue reading “Separation”
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Speak
If I could I would take your anxieties wrap them up tight and throw them in the ocean I’d take your sadness and carry them to the grave And I’d fight every single battle you were too scared to face But I wasn’t placed here to be your savior I can’t wrap my hands aroundContinue reading “Speak”
Wall Art
It always matters it’s always a big deal hearts souls sex chance encounters those skipped heartbeats grasp em collect them hang em on the wall as reminders of the times you’ve once lived -Sasch
For Myself
I am selfish with my love for the world For you For us I will love you inside out I will push and prod and poke I will release and catch And give you space All to make the world a better place Because that’s what I would want For myself -Saschia
Current Space
The lies of yesterday No longer haunt me The future a blur of goals and fantasies Still my confidence doesn’t waiver And my security becomes a brace I’ve never been this woman It’s uncomfortable But hey this is my current space -Saschia
Colored Lights
Gathered inside by the tinsled tree A masked woman vaccuums Nutcrackers tucked away for a fine year But the colored lights still twinkle As dust gathers in the air And hearts rustle Snow falls gently outside -Saschia
Human Lips
Fingers intertwined Locked into submission From some irresistible urge Don’t pretend you don’t feel it The pull Ignore the fear and the doubt Feel the ocean Taste the breeze Close your eyes And fucking kiss me -Saschia
Bared Bones
Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia
I’m Home
The lights turn on I’m on my way home Stripped bare In a constant state of reflection The web The red connections And moments that were always meant to be -Saschia
This is Who
I watched her rise above I watched her question who she really was And demand who she would become She didn’t sit still for a moment longer She pushed through and persevered And now her home is quiet And still She worked for this peace She stepped out and stood tall And worked til herContinue reading “This is Who”
