Worlds open and shift And move into silence Things look up We look up For hope For dreams For guidance Strong arms Hang tight While Grips are loosen -Saschia
Tag Archives: writing
Fairy’d
The eyes stare back They never used to Or maybe I just never noticed Or maybe they did And I’m just forgetting it all -Saschia
Tap Tap
Intertwined Wall on wall on wall A door swung open It didn’t quite slam More like a tap The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there -Saschia
Fluff and Pillows
Blankets so fluffy my body can’t be seen And pillows lots of pillows Let me sink into the center of them all To find the most comfortable place And Leave me there Trust me I feel safe alone -Saschia
It Finds Me
Hope finds me Like a lurking child fingers wiggle under the door crack Shards of light break through Hope finds me A glimmer of sunlight Reflecting off a droplet of dew It makes home in my heart Whether I like it it not -Saschia
The Night
The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away
Before and After
I see my reckless behavior I see me dive headfirst into bullshit To forget But this writing thing It keeps me grounded Keeps me feeling it I liked it before how I could drink And smash shit Smile and keep it movin But I was so faded My soul started screaming So I uncaged itContinue reading “Before and After”
Today
I’m ready but I’m not I’m here and there I want him then I don’t I write and I write But when I don’t I slip away Some days I’m left Some days I’m right Some days I’m dreadfully in the middle Not today though Because today I’m all over the place
Diary Of A Tamed Temper
She’s anxiety, rage, and shame all balled into a fireball of untamed magic And when she pays me a visit I reach and I twitch And I grasp at my heart to try and save me When she comes I can do nothing but beg for the truth And I know it’s somewhere close byContinue reading “Diary Of A Tamed Temper”
Stay
There’s enchanting songs in my head And visions of sex with him But not mine There’s burned sheets And broken hearts Flames lick my bare waist My bare toes frozen on her kitchen tiles What am I here for But to pour alcohol on your wounds Let them heal Let them breathe -Saschia
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