The tables are filled with Tacos And all the fixens There’s no where to sit but standings just fine I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time The chicken ones they go down kinda rough But the beef ones now those are a sin I lick my fingers and go up again I shouldn’tContinue reading “Sinful Eats”
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Please Exist
There is a reason why you’re here It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you It would be silent A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed It would lack the chaos of us Trees would fall into oblivion I wouldContinue reading “Please Exist”
One More
we’re going to do this we’re in this together from sunshine to moonrise I’m here by your side just one more day just one more poem we’re going to do this we’re going to do this -Saschia
Sleepy
I tuck the covers between my legs and Nestle in. Comfort I can’t even keep my eyes open It’s time to snuggle up and dream big dreams -sasch
Bare
Sky as bare as a new born My rebirth causes an itch under my fingernails If only I could reach it I’m trying so hard to embrace this body To push and mold it But I get so tired So hungry And yet that doesn’t stop me I lift my demons and sweat them outtaContinue reading “Bare”
Sank
Over head he smiles I only know because I feel his warmth The alcohol has caused a blur My madness sinks beneath whiskey slurs I’m thirsty I’m hungry But I’m too intoxicated to fix either Maybe I should have left the bottle alone Maybe this is my life and how I want to live itContinue reading “Sank”
A Warm Up
Lenses are clearing And fishing has begun Tap tap tippity tap Sounds the keys An alarm to wake up My creativity There’s hope It floats by once in a while There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of But we need this We need this To live to sacrifice our bloody insides ToContinue reading “A Warm Up”
Proactive
Respect her sacred spaces her secret garden, her desk, her solitude, her thoughts let it be hers and hers alone and when you do this you will see a change in climate -Saschia But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History
Blooms
The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze
Tugged
The future is bound to my neck I hold her close and nurture her till the time comes to let her go The past is bound to my ankle I don’t live there I only use what I learned My core was steady but childbirth has weakened it My bones light buried beneath these layersContinue reading “Tugged”
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