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
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Florida
I found my home On a beach The home was me I found home in me On a beach Alone Loneliness comes much less Since that day on the beach The waves crashed Lovers walked And the sun set -Saschia
Their Togetherness
Their togetherness relies on their a push to love awkwardly It relies on sex and fear Silence and distance Those things push them together It doesn’t rely solely on her Or solely on him Not even rules or religion It’s the bad little things That make them Them -Saschia
The Point
The only point of everything is love Whether it’s not enough Not reciprocated Or whether it’s pure with no agenda Love is the point – Saschia
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Hans Andersen Brindekilde Worn Out or Udlsidt Aka Working Class This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth.Continue reading “Hans Andersen Brindekilde”
Lower
He slapped it to my bones My freedom a loose skin Crumpled on the floor These crevices are soothed by words There’s no way around it Babble incoherence dum dum dums Drummed on my tattered soul Divine notes stuck to my bones Causing a chatter A dance an opening I slow, releasing a slice ofContinue reading “Lower”
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