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And Still Do

The things that once brought me meaning still bring meaning The pressure only added value now they glisten and blind me and turn me over as if I’ll never be good enough for them but I still value those things the things that once had meaning and still do -Saschia

Kiss Me

While the world wastes away on a monotonous routine step outside of it all and kiss me hard. Don’t kiss me hard only after everything is falling apart Kiss me hard when everything is going right There’s no point in waiting This is what life is: connections, honesty, bravery Show up, kiss me. It’s notContinue reading “Kiss Me”

Know Yourself/Share Yourself

There are a million people that will love you and see you the way I do. You are not stuck with one person they are not the only one who can understand you. But it is your job to understand you. When you understand you and accept you it doesn’t matter so much when othersContinue reading “Know Yourself/Share Yourself”

We Us Ours

These arms are meant to be wrapped around you These lips are meant to be pressed against your skin This mind is meant to be mingled with yours

Empowerment for the gas lit

They’re going to belittle you and question your thoughts Keep empowering yourself Keep thinking They’re going to tell you how you should feel Keep feeling every little thing that ripples through your veins They’re going to tell you don’t worry about it now you have your whole life ahead of you Get it done They’reContinue reading “Empowerment for the gas lit”

Empty Fields

Ah here comes the depth Here comes the midnight walks In an empty field filled with ghosts And blood and Screams from so many past lives I’ve been here too many times To care much about the escape I’ve come this time to dance With the shadows -Sasch

Her Looming Shadow

I spin her round Like a top No, more like a dance partner She’s mad She’s not interested in being spoken to this way What does she know? She asks the heavens And I dig in I know about the sex I know about the dirty little things she does when she thinks nobody’s lookingContinue reading “Her Looming Shadow”

Martyr

My words have left for the hills They’ve been slaughtered Like the fattest calf And sent to the heavens In billows of smoke I hope god accepts them I hope he let’s me come in As spirit After the slaughtering I hope the priests eat well Their bellies full enough to teach And lead AndContinue reading “Martyr”

Solipsism

She’s gone snuffed out with just a thought not a person could save her or her body or her works dead and gone the gift of being mortal the gift of life to gift your body into the hands of another because there is no fight there never was pain is an act of lifeContinue reading “Solipsism”

Hi :-)

I flip my hands I open my heart I see him on the edge pages flip horses run waters rush by or was that the wind whatever it was He’s got my attention