I’m tired I continue to sacrifice sleep And the tired is getting to me Getting tired of being mature Of being conscious Of being awake It’s tiring to focus on my own growth To focus on the development of my character Especially, when I’m just too tired But we do it, right We continue theContinue reading “The Good Fight”
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I Choose Captain
I am my own vessel At all times I am capable of navigating the open ocean I can be the captain And face the storm Or I can let someone else Lead my vessel That choice is always Mine -Sasch
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
Ah Ha!
Ah he stopped And for the briefest moment He connected And retraced his steps If that’s not enlightenment I don’t know what is Well, truth is I don’t know much of anything I just know he connected -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”
Resting
The world goes on without me And I’m just fine with that My toesies are tucked away My heart wide open as the ocean And my mind mine to explore Let the world go on without us Sit with me -Sasch
Emotionally Absent
It’s like Shouting into the wind I shared and I shared And I yelled and I screamed Not even an echo returned Just breath Not even silence And I noticed the other day How you gave me a hint Just a tiny peak inside your mind All for a fuck You knew my weakness I’mContinue reading “Emotionally Absent”
He Is
He is something I want to myself He is real and innocent He reminds me of Christmas morning The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day And just the words you need to hearContinue reading “He Is”
Bee Talk
Mid winter Is too cold to show you The flowers I’ve collected from But stay a while Let’s get drunk on honey And maybe you’ll find the remnants of pollen left between my thighs -Sasch
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