I’m tired I continue to sacrifice sleep And the tired is getting to me Getting tired of being mature Of being conscious Of being awake It’s tiring to focus on my own growth To focus on the development of my character Especially, when I’m just too tired But we do it, right We continue theContinue reading “The Good Fight”
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Cling
Sometimes it’s as simple as visiting your your grandmother Or chewing the same flavor gum you chewed in highschool But most times it’s letting go of something you’re not ready to let go of And that’s the simple truth we should be clinging to -Sasch
Ah Ha!
Ah he stopped And for the briefest moment He connected And retraced his steps If that’s not enlightenment I don’t know what is Well, truth is I don’t know much of anything I just know he connected -Sasch
The Act of Loving Myself
Love is an act not a feeling The feeling is anxiety Same feeling you get on a roller coaster Or right before you’re about to speak When I say love, I’m referring to the verb. I will love myself with actions I will love you with my actions It’s a bonus when you get bothContinue reading “The Act of Loving Myself”
Resting
The world goes on without me And I’m just fine with that My toesies are tucked away My heart wide open as the ocean And my mind mine to explore Let the world go on without us Sit with me -Sasch
Feeding the Blank Page
There are days when I’m down When my tear ducts ache There are days when I stand behind my inner warrior So my fire can fight the good fight And there are days when I crave whiskey and risky behavior But most days I just feed the blank page That’s how things stay in perspectiveContinue reading “Feeding the Blank Page”
Nothing but Human
Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in Heart so full I forgot about myself Mind so conflicted nothing mattered I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality The mortal in me forgotten Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted That’s when I lost respectContinue reading “Nothing but Human”
Some Say
When the time comes You might know it Or maybe it won’t come Some say it’s all already planned That our biology chooses Is it the no that’s freedom ? Is it the giving in? I hope to not know the answer any time soon -Saschia
Wildfire
Oh, how his flames leaped forward to swallow the shadows he could have melted me but I am what he’s made of a fallen star a musical conundrum the dust grips me his natural state a tornado of right now a black hole of present I didn’t want to escape it All I wanted toContinue reading “Wildfire”
Abandonment
Their duffle bags Packed Always packed My chest rises on their arrival And falls on their departure It aches to think that I’ve done it, again To me To my children I’ve no plan for this My few freedoms in someone else’s hands My patience wearing thin Behind my smile kind words And a grinContinue reading “Abandonment”
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