‘Shots’, ‘Poisoned Love’ & ‘Deep Love’

Photographer - Tobi Brun

Shots

In a world where the night lights exists,
I prefer to sit in my night lights in my bedroom,
penning my craft.
While others are out there taking shots,
I'm in here flipping through the pages of a novel.
I enjoy being away from the crowd and all of the noise,
doing what I love;
there isn't anything that I'm missing out there.
It's just me being here in my creative bubble,
and others are trying desperately to break it.

Poisoned Love

The way you traced your long veined fingers on my back,
Sends me to a different realm. The tugging and sucking, sweet love making.
Sends my soul straight to a hologram.
The sweet taste on your tongue has me addicted,
Like it's  poison ivy.
The toxic relationship we share is like a poisoned love,
Unbreakable, for breaking it may break us both.

Deep Love

I want to fall in love one day,
believe me I do.
I want to experience love and all the nostalgia that comes with it.
I know how that feels as I experienced it as a teenager, or so I thought.
The love I had for this teenage boy was deep that I felt as though I couldn't live without him.
I know we were just teenagers and didn't know what we were doing,
but that love ran deep and due to that, I've been guarding my heart since.
I'm afraid to lay it on the line as I know not if the next guy that comes along will love me and not stress me.
I grew with a single mother and heard stories about the turmoil my aunts went through at the hands of their husbands.
So I'll continue living a chill life and if love is to be for me I'll welcome it with open arms.
If not, then I'll continue to enjoy my peace of mind, cause peace of mind is way better than being in depression.

A Poem for My Sweet God Mother

From birth till now, you’ve been at my mother’s and I sides.

She could’ve always called on you no matter what, cause that’s who you were.

You looked out for everyone around you.

You were one of the best God mothers.

This journey we call life is so beautiful yet unexpected.

A fight you fought, for when your time was called you took it with stride.

Even though it hurts, we realized you were hurting more; for you were in so much pain.

I will never forget you, none of us would; since you touched many lives from your home to your friends, staff and students at the hospital.

Sleep on in Peace and rise in awesome glory, until we meet again.

 P.S. We’ll also miss that delicious white pudding you made with so much love.

Saskia's love for writing on a whole is incredible. She yearns to become a published writer one day, so she can finally fulfill her dream. Beginning her writing, moreso poetic journey at 18, she has been and continue to face rejections.