Take away the dishes The wife-ing The mothering And you’re left with A writer An artist !A REVOLUTIONARY Who dreams of sowing thought respect And empathy back into our existence She grasps for words And stories She grasps for experiences She fails She falls she rises Over and over again She is a woman SheContinue reading “A Woman”
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Farming Character
Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue He’s locked the door again No one is allowed in but him And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth I say I don’t feel safe And I’m sad and I’m scared But those words fall to the wayside And so yesterdayContinue reading “Farming Character”
I pray
I pray the heavens above and the pits of hell below come together to teach you how to respect women that won’t include harm to your own children. I pray every woman who finds you learns to respect themselves while they are with you leaving you alone to deal with your own disrespect until theyContinue reading “I pray”
Not Your Wife III
He wants her her long black hair and brown eyes Her propped up tits pushed together like cuddling lovers He wants all of her Not one ounce of her soul though She can keep that locked up with the bats Far away from his la dee dah soul La dee dah cuz he lost itContinue reading “Not Your Wife III”
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
Up up up
Worlds open and shift And move into silence Things look up We look up For hope For dreams For guidance Strong arms Hang tight While Grips are loosen -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
Tap Tap
Intertwined Wall on wall on wall A door swung open It didn’t quite slam More like a tap The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there -Saschia
Fluff and Pillows
Blankets so fluffy my body can’t be seen And pillows lots of pillows Let me sink into the center of them all To find the most comfortable place And Leave me there Trust me I feel safe alone -Saschia
The Night
The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away