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
Tag Archives: Poetry
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
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 meContinue reading “Playmate”
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
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