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
Tag Archives: Poetry
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 CouldContinue reading
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
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 elseContinue reading “I Feel You”
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 mineContinue reading “Options pushes and Pulls”
Florida
I found my home On a beach The home was me I found home in me On a beach Alone Loneliness comes much less Since that day on the beach The waves crashed Lovers walked And the sun set -Saschia
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
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