I wanted to share a poem of mine that was published on Genius in a Bottle a publication on Medium that I really admire. I’ve been going through a literary theory course through open courseware. (You can find it here) And I’ve learned so much and in such an in depth way. The last fewContinue reading “Ecclesiastes”
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Forbidden Fruit
I’ve taken a bite crisp juice dribbled down my chin An answered prayer from the heavenly hosts a clasped hand closed tight like a casket Banished me The ground churned toiled and labor pains shoot up from my hips flashes of lightening of memories that survived the flood The fruit swallowed left to decay inContinue reading “Forbidden Fruit”
Your Wife III
She pokes and prods Yells and screams She wants sex She wants to feel sexy And dinner out And he worked he worked his ass off But she wants wants wants And the kids are hungry And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table Chicken and salad…. again He’s glad he gotContinue reading “Your Wife III”
Your Wife II
His waves crash Like an ancient melody They play my song They pull me in I dive and dive Only to be denied I sit I cry I beg and plead Open up to me I’m left drenched with a Mouth full of sea foam Drowning in an eerie silence I’ve become a pirate ForeverContinue reading “Your Wife II”
Your Wife
She could climb right in the hot dish water it’s been days since she’s relaxed in a bath she soaks her hands just a second longer a crawler wraps around her leg brings her joy brings her frustration “just five more dishes” wrinkled hand wrinkled sanity the crawler lifts a pant leg “ugh, I needContinue reading “Your Wife”
How to Perceive the Muse
“Inspiration is the windfall from hard work and focus. Muses are too unreliable to keep on the payroll.”― Helen Hanson Ideas are such an interesting thing. They can hit us like a load of bricks. They can grow on us. They can evolve into something completely different. Where do they come from? How do we loseContinue reading “How to Perceive the Muse”
Here’s My Hand
What is it that I do not say Mouth slammed shut like my tongue is a trapped mouse the most important thoughts lead to the ocean Here’s my hand please see inside me Look listen Help me filter through the bullshit So I can finally say what I want to say -Saschia
Greatest Place On Earth
Welcome to the greatest place on earth where dreams make you come alive as they twinkle right before your eyes welcome to the place where anything is possible the secrets here rarely spoken out loud kisses are exchanged promises are made and Judas is welcomed cuz he’s in everyone but here’s the catch, as aboveContinue reading “Greatest Place On Earth”
Vanilla Sky
I feel like I wrote him into me Inside my head Inside my world Between my thighs And in between the lines Of my poetry Could this be real More writings here
Butterflies
Butterflies are set free from her mouth, the way none-sense usually is. You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks, a quality others admire most about her. Thousands of butterflies escaped and filled the room. Her mouth hung open. Not word bounced off the walls, only thoughts and butterflies. -Saschia Check MeContinue reading “Butterflies”
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