I want to give
But not overwhelm
I want to receive
But not deplete
Sometimes I take too much
Sometimes I give too much
Sometimes I don’t expect anything at all
-Saschia
Tag: Poetry
Up up up
Worlds open and shift
And move into silence
Things look up
We look up
For hope
For dreams
For guidance
Strong arms
Hang tight
While
Grips are loosen
-Saschia
Fragments stitched together
Smiles from laughter
From nervousness
And kisses from drunkenness
From the need to escape
Life teeters in our damp palms
With pieces of our lives piled high
I stitch them together with black thread
Strong enough to hang a shadow
Or catch a dream
Fragments, skin colored
A diversity of skins
Could cover my bones
Could cover my words
Smiles kisses palms
A foretelling
A history
A pitch black thread
-Saschia
Tap Tap
Intertwined
Wall on wall on wall
A door swung open
It didn’t quite slam
More like a tap
The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there
-Saschia
Uncategorized Writing
I write to get it of my chest
To experience my thoughts as a mirror
To experiment thoughts I haven’t quite thought
I write so you aren’t alone
So I’m not alone
To have something to reflect on
And to prepare myself for the worst
To get myself through the worst
It’s truth
It’s fiction
It’s both
It’s a collection of so many things that can’t be categorized
It’s my art
-Saschia
The Night
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
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
Stay
There’s enchanting songs in my head
And visions of sex with him
But not mine
There’s burned sheets
And broken hearts
Flames lick my bare waist
My bare toes
frozen on her kitchen tiles
What am I here for
But to pour alcohol on your wounds
Let them heal
Let them breathe
-Saschia
I Feel You
I feel it
I feel her
Please, someone help her forgive herself
Someone tell her to take responsibility for her own life
That’s the only way
Tell her stop worrying about everyone else
It’s not healthy and its showing is her life choices
Shes trying to just destroy herself
But shes tearing apart everyone else
Tell her she can do it
You can do it
Rest rest
Breathe
Let that shit go
All the shit
He is not your job
She is not your job
Your job is not even your job
You are your job and that’s it
-Sasch
Options pushes and Pulls
It’s the same door
Isn’t it the same door
Let me look
Same handle
Ok different wood
But it’s practically identical
Why would I be called somewhere
So similar to the last one
I know we shouldn’t compare doors
But they’re like the same
Look, look at that different door over there
It’s like mine
The cracks are filled in with gold glitter
The handle warn
And there’s even a peep hole
So why would I go thru a door that’s just like the last?
-Saschia
