People are more comfortable when you live a life similar to their own, but we weren’t put here to make others feel more comfortable. Live loud make em squirm.
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The Shows Over Now
The banquet hall’s empty Not a single piece of confetti left to prove our existence Bare floors Bare walls A bare heart left in the middle of the room …
Oops
Next time Next time Next time You don’t need to understand Right now -Saschia
Seasons
I sank into a picture perfect fantasy But now, The memories are flooding back The habitual reminders Of why I stopped fighting Why I slowly loosened my grip Why I let go I clinched my empty fists And off went the leaf from my branch It descended in a less elegant manor than I sawContinue reading “Seasons”
Glass Jar
Give me a sledge hammer So I can break free From this glass jar -Saschia
Sacred
They try so hard to keep my sanity They close my knees with two fingers From each hand As if I’m a doll at a table set for tea. -Saschia
It Was Good
First thing today, is to figure out how he will love her. He loves her, that isn’t the question. But how would he show her? Yesterday, it was with a small note, I love you handwritten on it that hid underneath her tea cup. A teacup he picked out for her and filled with blackContinue reading “It Was Good”
I Crave
I crave instant gratification and the lure of feel good meetings with hollow words. I want those things too And sometimes I do indulge. But it all leads to an empty that aches. You know, those scratches you can’t itch And even though I know this, I still have to remind myself those things areContinue reading “I Crave”
The Night Sky Tells It All
My heart is growing I can’t hide the truth It’s breaking free I can keep quiet but only out of respect to innocent The fight is still in me but the direction in which I focus has narrowed to only my art my art which is vast but what matters is I’m focused -Saschia TimeContinue reading “The Night Sky Tells It All”
Ruined
The makeup drips down her face Black tears There’s more to all this She knows it She feels it in her bones Even though it was wrong She knows that too But there was this push much stronger than before An urge she’s never felt She wasn’t herself or was she Is this what beingContinue reading “Ruined”
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