I slept with a man
But now I sleep with
My laptop and my books
It’s not that they’re people
It’s just that this bed
is too large for me
And most nights I fall asleep
In the middle of Reading
or typing
It’s nice to have them there
when I wake up
-Saschia
He set me on fire then he kissed me
He leaned right in and kissed me
Right there in the flames
I still question whether it was him
I think back to it
I look for strings
I check the mirror
Then he let me go
He let me go like he should have when he met me
It stung to know I have less to offer him
but
You see, I’m no longer the type to be chained
Not to love, not to men, not to anything other than my dreams
And so yes, I cut my insides on his shards of glass
but he fingered my demons
As he watched the blood drip drip from between my thighs
-Sasch
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
I watched her rise above
I watched her question who she really was
And demand who she would become
She didn’t sit still for a moment longer
She pushed through and persevered
And now her home is quiet
And still
She worked for this peace
She stepped out and stood tall
And worked til her inside matched her outside
Til her life matched her dreams
This is her lifelong journey of becoming
This is who she is destined to be
♡ Saschia
My head
spins like a top
The rush
The drop
The world
let go of me
-Saschia
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 are times when moments
Connect seamlessly and those I pocket
And dissect later
But mostly it takes work
and prayer
and sweat
-Saschia
Why do I have to want it so bad
it scares me to try
I wish I could calmly face
my desires no matter how large
They say shoot for the moon
but I tend to shoot for the sky
I’m definitely a toe dipper
-Saschia
The road winds in a manner
that seems as if I keep walking in circles
but there are very subtle differences
differences only a curious person would notice
like the flowers are a different shade of blue
or the bugs are crawling on their backs rather than their bellies
Makers of art wander on and off this road
collecting things
while others trudge trudge doing the same thing
over and over
Artists do at times get caught in the monotony of it all
because we are one of the others
however our path is different
it is of more depth
less conformity
(which might I add is much harder than it sounds)
Our satchels fill with old cocoons left behind by butterflies,
odd shaped rocks,
and twigs wrapped in twine
left as symbols of where we’ve been
or left to warn of places we dare not tread again
So it may seem as if we are constantly stuck
in the same ole rigamaroe but trust me
We are not.
-Saschia
(Yes, I wrote rigamaroe)
here we go again
the fight
a dream or two
colliding
my knees ache
my legs are restless
but these dreams they tug
and they pull
they tell me they’re waiting
and let me tell ya
they’re getting impatient
and it’s making my pits sweat
She asks for symbols
while I doodle
stars and hearts in blue ink
across the top of a blank page
Maybe I don’t get it, Professor
Maybe I never will
I’m on to circles and squares
Images of old Egyptian
pillars appear
containing hieroglyphs
with no meaning
Evoke the imagination
She voices
before putting her head
back down
Semi circles and unfinished squares
dotted like a Morse code
have been placed
with no meaning
Dotted with intent
but no definition
What is this place where
I feel the depth
of each
meaningless symbol?
-Saschia
