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
Tag Archives: Poetry
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
The Dance
The walls dance around me The floors present and safe Until there’s a gap Between the floor and my feet The tea is ready the carpets are slapped clean Let me see Let me see Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know Shall we dance The walls shift and play And I scream withContinue reading “The Dance”
Self-doubt
Self-doubt is a bitch She sneaks up on you with questions Simple logical questions And then she brings in reason And your well-meaning friends That’s when everything you wanted to do becomes a mountain Do it anyway Fuck self-doubt and all her questions
Her Approval
She is filled to the brim With her own approval There were days when she looked for it in others But one day she decided the only one she needed approval from was herself
For Myself
I am selfish with my love for the world For you For us I will love you inside out I will push and prod and poke I will release and catch And give you space All to make the world a better place Because that’s what I would want For myself -Saschia
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