I found the one I wanted We had a couple fucks I might have fucked up in my choices But here I am Still writing poetry And peeing on toilet seats (Don’t worry I cleaned it up) -Saschia
Tag Archives: Poetry
I Look
He set me on fire then he kissed me He leaned right in and kissed me Right there in the flames I still question whether it was him I think back to it I look for strings I check the mirror Then he let me go He let me go like he should have whenContinue reading “I Look”
Cold Nose
My nose is cold Like a cat’s But not wet I just want to wrap up in blankets And sleep for hours Without interruption Closed eyes Are my best option When it comes to using what time I’ve got -Saschia
Pieces
I can place the pieces on the game board And attempt to guess my opponents wishes But, there’s always that chance They could give up Or surprise me I’m not much into games But like most others I do prefer certainty -Saschia
Demon Eyes
I’m not waiting for my blessings. I’m collecting them I Tack them to my wall For future reference Souls locked away For my own enjoyment You know, Husbands fucking wives Wives fucking husbands Making babies cry Making writers write Making me rise To another dimension That’s some human shit Tell me about it -Sasch
Not That Type
I do want to avoid this I’m not the waiting type I get what I want I’m spoiled rotten But impatience keeps making me Pay the price So now I’m over here Forcing myself to focus So I don’t become that good wife Sitting around waiting Like maybe he’ll come home Just To feel thisContinue reading “Not That Type”
Ok, go ahead
Unwrapped Unhinged Dressed down to get them to see My eyes Look at me Stay out of my hair Get under my nails Oht, did you just yell at me? I wanna chase you but I won’t Float away Go, go ahead now
Paper Skin
This thin skin can’t tolerate much It’s like paper I used to look for bandaids I used to wrap up in layers so no one could see But there’s no poetry in that And what’s a poet with no poetry So here I am professing my sadness My thin skin And My desire for moreContinue reading “Paper Skin”
Cling
Sometimes it’s as simple as visiting your your grandmother Or chewing the same flavor gum you chewed in highschool But most times it’s letting go of something you’re not ready to let go of And that’s the simple truth we should be clinging to -Sasch
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
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