Got one more day under the ole belt Will the years get me published ? Recognized ? Will it be worth it when I’ve stacked years on years Could I teach it Will I love it more Unknown is such a tiny word compared to it’s vastness
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Heart
There is an untouchable us An us the world can’t touch We stay forever connected No matter the pulls No matter the tugs After our many resurrections We’ll always be us One hand reaching for the sky The other grasping our love I’m hanging on I’m hanging on To the untouchable us -Saschia
Proactive
Respect her sacred spaces her secret garden, her desk, her solitude, her thoughts let it be hers and hers alone and when you do this you will see a change in climate -Saschia But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History
A Bag Full of Freedom
I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
Blooms
The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze
Under God’s Gaze
my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”
Traffic Jam
Traffic jam We’re at a stand still No inky edits No fancy thoughts Just the dull rumble of someone elses engine The stale taste of leftovers From yesterday Home is normally just 5 minutes from here But today it looks like it’s gunna take longer -Saschia
My Element
I travel at a slow pace require low energy to think but I get impatient and high on life which is part of being human It’s ok to be human as long as I remember to take my time and surround myself with peace -Saschia
Packed Away
The fair has been packed away The pony rides and balloon walls Out of sight Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air And the ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
More Room
You are accepted the way you are I’ve prayed and hoped for a different you For so many years Now, I have reached a place where You are who you are And that gave me more room for love -Saschia
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