The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away
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The Wait
The feeling in my gut the taste on my breath both wretched so I brush and skip a few meals an act of hoping that the shift will come soon I know it will come It’s just a matter of patience -Saschia
Job Daydreams
She found the jobs of her dreams Life threw them on her side table And she waded through her options as if this was always meant to be She found her value And made love to her dreams Her gift’s not a curse When she’s getting everything she needs
Before and After
I see my reckless behavior I see me dive headfirst into bullshit To forget But this writing thing It keeps me grounded Keeps me feeling it I liked it before how I could drink And smash shit Smile and keep it movin But I was so faded My soul started screaming So I uncaged itContinue reading “Before and After”
Until Then, I Write
I am here and I am not leaving I am in love and I will not stop loving This place is what I’ve created for us And I will continue to keep creating it for years to come I will wait I will cry And I will write Until you are wrapped in arms ofContinue reading “Until Then, I Write”
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
My Home is Rising
I’m setting my foundation below the surface Beneath the bulbs Mingled with tree roots Over 100 years old I sit alone and pick and pick I ride the drunkin boat And flow in all directions I wrap myself in gauze And slip into the silence I am here I’m alive And my home is risingContinue reading “My Home is Rising”
She’s a Pretty Mistress
She wasn’t ugly Not by far Actually, she had a pretty face A face you’d see in the mall Maybe the girl across from you buying panties and a bra You know the one you smile at and politely say excuse me to She looks like she could be your favorite cashier Or someone whoContinue reading “She’s a Pretty Mistress”
Meet Me
The weight of the world Rests under the tips of my toes It meets each step As if it knows Just where I need to go -Sasch
A Strange Wind Blew
My home leaned for so long It leaned on the strongest tree The closest tree It just leaned As if it was built that way But a strange wind blew The kind that’d kill a witch And it stood my house straight Now my house doesn’t lean As if it were made that way ItContinue reading “A Strange Wind Blew”
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