The tingle in my belly The itch under my knee caps pulses pulses It keeps me awake It’s a strong wave tonight Eyes open eyes open Maybe too much caffeine Yea that’s it I should be sleeping I wish I could -Saschia
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Thought Collector
The sleep is heavy tonight My eyes drift shut Like they see a bad memory When I can I pry them open I twist through thoughts Pushing away more words Than I’m accepting But what comes out Comes out Sometimes I’m proud Most times it’s just A feeling of relief -Saschia
Set Her Free
She’s spun up like cotton candy Once you get a taste It’s never enough She goes round and round Emotion to emotion Skipping stones There’s heart in her A life so loud it’d clap your ear drums A taste so sweet it makes your head ache A wild soul A wandering woman Begging to beContinue reading “Set Her Free”
It’s Yours
And at the snap of her fingers His feelings turned off Like a switch The walls shifted Doors closed Windows shattered He didn’t think she was capable of such things And yet she’d been trying to tell him all along It wasn’t she that was capable of them It was him -Saschia
For Tomorrow
I was tired today It was a lot of Just showing up today A Just get this done for Tomorrow type of day -Saschia
Winding Road
Ah, the opositonal pulls The maneuvers The crawls beneath the floorboards fingertips that brush the sky No matter how many times They still keep coming I twirl I sway I sleep I play I try my best to extend my web In so many ways And here on this winding road I’ll stay I’ll stayContinue reading “Winding Road”
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 thisContinue reading “Not That Type”
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
He Is
He is something I want to myself He is real and innocent He reminds me of Christmas morning The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day And just the words you need to hearContinue reading “He Is”
Steady
The ground freezes I’d have lost my footing But over the years I left pebbles And words and stories To hold me steady I still fall But I land on poetry I don’t think there is anything more artistic Than landing on poetry -Saschia
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