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”
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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”
Packed Away
The fair has been packed away The pony rides and balloon walls Out of sight Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air And the ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
Her
She loves the sunsets Something she told me today The colors she mentioned Were red white and blue I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle She mentioned ice cream Which makes perfect sense Then we turned the corner And she said just one more time “I think sunsets are beautiful” This is one ofContinue reading “Her”
Will Write For Tomorrow
Light in the distance A globe or maybe an orb It flits around the corners of my heart Dashes against the edges of my mind I look and touch and smell What it may be like I want things a way Smooth oiled machines But life isn’t so oiled It’s jagged and rough There areContinue reading “Will Write For Tomorrow”
Retreat
I have retreated from the battlefield and left my fears to rot I have pitched my tent and opened a flame -Saschia More poetry at Jayne.Press Snuggles
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