Sometimes I’m not being true to my characters so I make them turn around and do it again as their truest selves to fix my own mistake. 🤣 -Saschia
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Not Your Wife II
The ocean in him In me We’re not like the rest I don’t wanna be He does His kisses His secrets My lessons My forgiveness It’s maddness He’s my Neverland -Saschia
Fairy’d
The eyes stare back They never used to Or maybe I just never noticed Or maybe they did And I’m just forgetting it all -Saschia
It’s Time
You are the embodiment Of the Egyptian godesses You hold light and life In the base of your belly Walk tall Be proud of where you came from You didn’t come from cupcakes You came from pain And heartache So It’s time to rise It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to beContinue reading “It’s Time”
My Home is Rising
I’m setting my foundation below the surface Beneath the bulbs Mingled with tree roots Over 100 years old I sit alone and pick and pick I ride the drunkin boat And flow in all directions I wrap myself in gauze And slip into the silence I am here I’m alive And my home is risingContinue reading “My Home is Rising”
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
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
Thought and Planned
Finally in love with me. From inside the depths of my soul to my roots of curls. I’ve waited so long to feel so healthy, so healed, and so ready to take on life. I thought and planned that by the time I got here I’d be celebrating with you. Maybe you weren’t meant toContinue reading “Thought and Planned”
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Hans Andersen Brindekilde Worn Out or Udlsidt Aka Working Class This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth.Continue reading “Hans Andersen Brindekilde”
Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell
The stars lit me up And lined my pockets The dancing wisked me away And spun me up They won’t leave They lift me over the fence Over the moon They dig my grave And soak my bones ♡Saschia
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