Her big brown eyes said it all They told all her secrets And screamed all her lies They worked together with her brows and her smile And when shes really nervous, even her laugh whispered her secrets -Saschia
Tag Archives: life
And Today This…
This is the woman I thought I’d never become This reliant brash woman With a bag full of wipes and dreams This is the woman I had never dreamed of being So in love so alive Cleaning toilets and folding laundry with pride I am the mom I knew I’d become but this woman thingContinue reading “And Today This…”
I Believe
We are enough we are smart enough and driven enough we can filter through the lies and navigate through the storm we are strong and capable of so many things lets keep going we can do this ❤ Saschia
Summer Mornings
4:30 stomach ache fizzy drink dreams dreams dreams meek confident sleepy girl dreams dreams dreams ❤ Saschia Another day another poem Look It Up
External Drivers
She curls her legs in from the cold Her blanket isn’t long enough for her legs to stretch out there’s ping in her shoulder for normal people that would be a bother for her it is a sign of hard work it brings her hope for a real bed and a bigger blanket -Saschia
Look It Up
Ah the doors open and wonder flows in like a late menstrual cycle from a woman who demanded a life of freedom The imagination grows like vines inside grasping everything in it’s web don’t save from this dream I don’t want to wake up yet ❤ Saschia Little purple person
A Tidbit on Mindfulness
The feeling of self-righteousness crosses my mind before and/or after I tell myself I’m just not pretty enough anymore. At first thought, I do think that I could do it better than some other human out there and those thoughts are often exchanged with my insecurities. At times, I have to say to myself, “Okay,Continue reading “A Tidbit on Mindfulness”
In the Middle
The morning crawled into my nose and filled my chest then continued to my legs til I had to throw the covers off some people grind harder than me some sleep through their dreams til their last breath I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle ❤ Saschia
Distant
the grand father clock stopped ticking I feel so distant and out of touch the music is still there though i hear it far off in the place I last knew myself ❤ Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
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