The laughter has returned and pangs of hunger dance in the pit my belly She found me And made herself comfortable We spoke of motherhood And Birthday cake She pressed their cheeks into smiles And twirled them on her finger Maybe she will stay My heart really needs her to stay -Sasch (But we allContinue reading “Joy”
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Float
Scattered skin cells and hair follicles This body so temporary but these words could live on forever they may dissolve into nothing as my body does but they may lift a chin or a heart or a spirit and so I write them over and over again with hopes that something will come of themContinue reading “Float”
The Good Fight
My heart beats stronger with threat It brings the life out of me The rage redirected to art To rebuilding myself I will not be a machine tears and snot drip down my face I will not stop I will only grow larger and larger And my dreams will be closer and closer With anContinue reading “The Good Fight”
Just Behind My Lips
I have come up with a plan! It sat with excitement just behind my lips I tried so hard to cage it in to keep my plans a secret “shhhh” I hushed Anyway, now the plan makes no sense I spoke it aloud to try and find the sense in it but the senseContinue reading “Just Behind My Lips”
Tomorrow Brings Something
Ah, He’s filled my belly The tides have come But I’m tucked away Listening to the water drum Tossed and turned Candles lit while Writing on the walls of my ark I just know tomorrow will bring the sun ♡Saschia
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”
Thumbs
Matched pupils At war My mind killing itself My heart hoping for an evolution Into a better me ♡Saschia
Kowalcyzk
Bloody nose again the iron taste drips down the back of my throat reminds of sex and immorality tissue against my nose morality fell out of my hand some time ago I say that in a ignorant manor not a some philosophical way that might make this poem a tad more shallow I slur wordsContinue reading “Kowalcyzk”
Lady Lazarus
Lady Lazarus BY SYLVIA PLATH I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus”
This Is My Calling
Begging for a break A place to get away from all this But I’m going to show my face I’m going to show my insides The treasures inside aren’t worth hiding The flesh outside isn’t worth flaunting I’m going to wait on the heavens I’m going to pursue my calling With the fire in myContinue reading “This Is My Calling”
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