The gills are warming up They open and close Stiff from lack of use My eyes dart back and forth Like Plath’s Only thing is I’m alive I even pat my heart and brag of mornings alone The madness the gills the dead writers They’re all warming up
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Diary Of A Tamed Temper
She’s anxiety, rage, and shame all balled into a fireball of untamed magic And when she pays me a visit I reach and I twitch And I grasp at my heart to try and save me When she comes I can do nothing but beg for the truth And I know it’s somewhere close byContinue reading “Diary Of A Tamed Temper”
Stay
There’s enchanting songs in my head And visions of sex with him But not mine There’s burned sheets And broken hearts Flames lick my bare waist My bare toes frozen on her kitchen tiles What am I here for But to pour alcohol on your wounds Let them heal Let them breathe -Saschia
What Do You Need
Let’s talk this out… What do you need right now? Sometimes in the moment you don’t know what you need. Sometimes it takes an entire conversation to figure it out. It’s going to take courage to talk it out. So not only is it important to find someone able to deliver, that someone should alsoContinue reading “What Do You Need”
It’s Time
You are the embodiment Of the Egyptian godesses You hold light and life In the base of your belly Walk tall Be proud of where you came from You didn’t come from cupcakes You came from pain And heartache So It’s time to rise It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to beContinue reading “It’s Time”
Rested
You needed rest So I gave it to you Now, hop back on the bike And enjoy the sights Feel the breeze And let your spirit Fly free -Saschia
Florida
I found my home On a beach The home was me I found home in me On a beach Alone Loneliness comes much less Since that day on the beach The waves crashed Lovers walked And the sun set -Saschia
To Selfish Endeavors
The swing The lift The shift The crack in the glass The battle on the hill The mind that won’t stay quiet And the search that will never end I want you here for selfish reasons Mostly for your mouth But partially because you arouse me in ways no one else can -Sasch
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
Pancake Life
The days blend together like pancake mix There’s lumps of sleep here and there But in the end I think my life would be tasty Topped with syrup -Saschia
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