The beginning was fascinating Then it got wild A slow descent An upward battle The type of alone that isn’t called solitude I fought myself Shed to the bone I searched for gold I found home -Saschia
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He’s a Portal
The trees fall away I’m left with stars and bodies merging Clasped hands and Throats stuffed with scrolls We dance and drift into spirals He searches my mouth I search his heart This is the life we choose Separate but together -Separate
Pieces
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
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 rightContinue reading “Desired Destination”
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 thisContinue reading “Not That Type”
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
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 moreContinue reading “Paper Skin”
Maybe
Maybe this is all there is But the maybe That’s what keeps me focused The maybe there’s just as little bit more Or a lotta bit more I think it’s worth hangin on To a maybe -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
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