Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in Heart so full I forgot about myself Mind so conflicted nothing mattered I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality The mortal in me forgotten Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted That’s when I lost respectContinue reading “Nothing but Human”
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Wildfire
Oh, how his flames leaped forward to swallow the shadows he could have melted me but I am what he’s made of a fallen star a musical conundrum the dust grips me his natural state a tornado of right now a black hole of present I didn’t want to escape it All I wanted toContinue reading “Wildfire”
Abandonment
Their duffle bags Packed Always packed My chest rises on their arrival And falls on their departure It aches to think that I’ve done it, again To me To my children I’ve no plan for this My few freedoms in someone else’s hands My patience wearing thin Behind my smile kind words And a grinContinue reading “Abandonment”
Colored Lights
Gathered inside by the tinsled tree A masked woman vaccuums Nutcrackers tucked away for a fine year But the colored lights still twinkle As dust gathers in the air And hearts rustle Snow falls gently outside -Saschia
Crooked
Sideways days upside down Me as a disappointment to myself The lift from within the jolt The awkward flow fills my mind -Saschia
Alive
I chain myself to things I love most And free myself from anything else Sometimes the chains weigh me down But what is pure love without the weight of chains And the freeing it aches real bad Because even though I don’t let those things chain me The desire for them will always be there.Continue reading “Alive”
Steady
The ground freezes I’d have lost my footing But over the years I left pebbles And words and stories To hold me steady I still fall But I land on poetry I don’t think there is anything more artistic Than landing on poetry -Saschia
Thought and Planned
Finally in love with me. From inside the depths of my soul to my roots of curls. I’ve waited so long to feel so healthy, so healed, and so ready to take on life. I thought and planned that by the time I got here I’d be celebrating with you. Maybe you weren’t meant toContinue reading “Thought and Planned”
I’m Trying
The winding road ahead makes my stomach churn. The past grabs at my ankles and the present slips away every few seconds. Sometimes apple pie slows me down and sometimes it’s him. But in between the ahead and behind is the place I strive to be.
Searching for a Story -On Writing
Writing everyday is getting easier. It’s finding what I want to say that is the challenge for me. I search and read and think and talk to people and then it hits me and I write about it until it loses it’s magic. Then I’m back where I started. It’s not that I lack inspiration.Continue reading “Searching for a Story -On Writing”
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