It wasn’t a get things done type of day
It was a let’s just enjoy the moment type of day
Things were going fine
Then I got sucked back into the real world
I’d rather be writing
-Saschia
Tag: Poetry
Playmate
I’m sorry you’ve been plucked from your eternal slumber
And brought here to this god-forsaken planet but
I needed a playmate
So play with me
Hop with me
from lillypad to lillypad
Build an army of gingerbread men
Or live in a palace made of one of your favorite things
Please,
Please, play with me
-Sasch
To Selfish Endeavors
The swing
The lift
The shift
The crack in the glass
The battle on the hill
The mind that won’t stay quiet
And the search that will never end
I want you here for selfish reasons
Mostly for your mouth
But partially because you arouse me in ways no one else can
-Sasch
It’s Yours
And at the snap of her fingers
His feelings turned off
Like a switch
The walls shifted
Doors closed
Windows shattered
He didn’t think she was capable of such things
And yet she’d been trying to tell him all along
It wasn’t she that was capable of them
It was him
-Saschia
Anchored
It’s not to me
It’s to the future
It’s to the bottom of the ocean
Next to ship wrecks
And mysterious treasures
From Unwritten to Written
The space between unwritten and written grows and shrinks
The greatest frustration is being shut out
We avoid that like the plague
and we ride the waves that keep us closest to written as long as they exist
-Saschia
When I Wake Up
I slept with a man
But now I sleep with
My laptop and my books
It’s not that they’re people
It’s just that this bed
is too large for me
And most nights I fall asleep
In the middle of Reading
or typing
It’s nice to have them there
when I wake up
-Saschia
#1
The days are spinning over head
I get lost
And high on the things he said
But here I am at 2am
Without him snuggled up
in my bed
-Saschia
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 who got straight A’s
in highschool
She and I
We both felt that powerless sting
We both sat and wondered
What it is we did
to be left
Was it the sex
Was it something we said
Both forgotten
After so much effort
And of course
We should have known
I mean, we knew
We knew he wouldn’t stick around
And someday another woman
would come
Maybe the new girl will have
the same basic name as hers
Because it’s highly unlikely
to be the same as mine
in spelling at the least
But still
the powerlessness
It feels like bondage
And no
she and I
we do not compare
Maybe in another world
In another place
In another time
My face is no basic face
And my body meticulously sculpted
by babies
Some dead some alive
And so while we are connected
she and I
By the same
Powerlessness a man has brought to us
We are not one in the same
And I hope and pray
That I never make the same mistake
She did
Of falling for a married man
And acting on it
-Saschia
Caffeine
Nothing picks me up
The way caffeine does
I should say more
But what else can I say
When the energy is low
When I don’t have much to say
Caffeine saves the day
Yaay
-Sasch
