I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
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Blooms
The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze
Under God’s Gaze
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”
My Element
I travel at a slow pace require low energy to think but I get impatient and high on life which is part of being human It’s ok to be human as long as I remember to take my time and surround myself with peace -Saschia
Love Bubbles
He made me freeze in my steps And in my thoughts I could think of nothing else But having him To myself -Saschia
Rose Roots
Roses dug around the root May not bloom again But placed in the care of a skilled planter Its chances of flowering increase -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
Retreat
I have retreated from the battlefield and left my fears to rot I have pitched my tent and opened a flame -Saschia More poetry at Jayne.Press Snuggles
Timeless
Days go by time is lost I’m no longer sure what day it is can’t get the hands on the clock straight but it’s ok, it’s ok that I’ve lost track I’ll be back on track in no time I just want to enjoy this timeless space while I can. -Saschia