I can place the pieces on the game board
And attempt to guess my opponents wishes
But, there’s always that chance
They could give up
Or surprise me
I’m not much into games
But like most others
I do prefer certainty
-Saschia
Tag: depression
Desired Destination
Here we are again
Bound to the same choices
An endless loop
Of learning to say no to the things
That don’t seem so bad
In the moment
But cross my
Clear set boundaries
My boundaries are not a challenge
Or a suggestion
They are the streetlights and guardrails
That keep me on the right path
To my desired destination
-Saschia
Demon Eyes
I’m not waiting for my blessings.
I’m collecting them
I Tack them to my wall
For future reference
Souls locked away
For my own enjoyment
You know,
Husbands fucking wives
Wives fucking husbands
Making babies cry
Making writers write
Making me rise
To another dimension
That’s some human shit
Tell me about it
-Sasch
Not That Type
I do want to avoid this
I’m not the waiting type
I get what I want
I’m spoiled rotten
But impatience keeps making me
Pay the price
So now I’m over here
Forcing myself to focus
So I don’t become that good wife
Sitting around waiting
Like maybe he’ll come home
Just To feel this all over again
I’d rather be
in the back seat for this one
But I won’t
Call me Captain or something
I’m taking the wheel on this one
-Saschia
Ok, go ahead
Unwrapped
Unhinged
Dressed down to get them to see
My eyes
Look at me
Stay out of my hair
Get under my nails
Oht, did you just yell at me?
I wanna chase you but
I won’t
Float away
Go, go ahead now
Creepy Trees
When did this begin
Was it when I asked
Was it just yesterday
What is today again?
I’m not sorry
I’ve drifted
Now I know which way is wrong
Let’s try this again
-Saschia
Paper Skin
This thin skin can’t tolerate much
It’s like paper
I used to look for bandaids
I used to wrap up in layers so no one could see
But there’s no poetry in that
And what’s a poet with no poetry
So here I am professing my sadness
My thin skin
And
My desire for more layers
-Saschia
You In Me
Dance with me
Shift
Change positions
With me
Let’s get lost
And find you in me
And me in you
Let’s work together
To make sure
We both get through
Cuz life can be a shithole
Or it could be a beautiful dance
With just me and you
-Saschia
The Good Fight
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 the trudge
The good fight
Because life without a fight
Is just dead and we aren’t dead
So fight
And keep fighting
-Saschia
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
