Writing in and out of reality Between memories And into the depths of my psyche Sometimes the narration is loud But most times it’s silent It’s usually us pushing and Me typing one word at a time To finally write a thing If that makes any sense ♡Saschia
Tag Archives: Poetry
Words
In the morning I hope they come to me After reading I wait them out While I’m showering I think about them With a blank screen I beg them to unfold In the end I just place one in front of another ♡Saschia
External Drivers
She curls her legs in from the cold Her blanket isn’t long enough for her legs to stretch out there’s ping in her shoulder for normal people that would be a bother for her it is a sign of hard work it brings her hope for a real bed and a bigger blanket -Saschia
Snapshot
The vines were growing up out of the water And the trees hung freely Just a snap shot handed to me upside down That’s all we need for a great story -Saschia
The Penny
A penny in a crack On the sidewalk A dollar bill blows Tilting side to side the way a butterfly does but less graceful The Receipts rested on a pile of trash in the bin Collected by a man dressed in blue The penny is still Wedged between two squares of cement -saschia
A Bag Full of Freedom
I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
Blooms
The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze
Under God’s Gaze
my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”
Tugged
The future is bound to my neck I hold her close and nurture her till the time comes to let her go The past is bound to my ankle I don’t live there I only use what I learned My core was steady but childbirth has weakened it My bones light buried beneath these layersContinue reading “Tugged”
Traffic Jam
Traffic jam We’re at a stand still No inky edits No fancy thoughts Just the dull rumble of someone elses engine The stale taste of leftovers From yesterday Home is normally just 5 minutes from here But today it looks like it’s gunna take longer -Saschia
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