It’s time to write to jog my brain and look for the unsaid unsaid, not as in never voiced by another human but unsaid as something I have yet to release a secret a hiding truth that may explain my behavior this, this is my therapy I need it and so that’s why it’s timeContinue reading “It’s Time to Write”
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Wanderers
Disconnected Left to figure it out “Things will come together” We say with a smile. But there’s always that one lonely sock. ♡ Saschia
What is it
The world is untidy It’s a slew of casual dates and discarded marriages Full of people searching for certainty And people who ignore it There’s flies on shit Landing on faces and food We kiss them we eat it And what makes all this chaos beautiful Is love pure love ♥️ Saschia
Word Preference
Words, There’s not enough in English But then again there’s so many it overwhelms me to think of a search Everyday language is what I go for Sometimes I wonder if this really is how I speak normally Other times the flow hits me and my voice pours out from every angle without question ThoseContinue reading “Word Preference”
Me Us
There’s a place where we’re all happy We laugh and chat and kick the can It’s available by simple acts Simple commitments that better ourselves Not only ourselves but our world I keep working on me to get the reward for us ♡ Saschia
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
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
Hope
We’re becoming something Our tip toeing toward new beginning I just know We’re gunna make it I can see it in the horizon A flag-no, a Phoenix Flames feathers calls from the wild Just keep hanging on We’re almost there -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
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