miss_sandra

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  • miss_sandra 14w

    ALPHA GIRL
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  • miss_sandra 15w

    There's always happier days to hark back to
    And the more fucked up things are
    The happier those epochs seem to be
    While waiting for a prodigy
    And listening to the debilitated beating of my ticker
    I remembered one of those days
    The pick pocket game In coast with my kins
    I'd never imagine that the seconds after I had placed a moolah in my pocket could be so much merrymaking.
    But I guess that's nostalgia
    Finding out that moments from the past
    Even if we didn't realise it at the time
    Were true happiness .

    M.S
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  • miss_sandra 15w

    There's always happier days to hark back to
    And the more fucked up things are
    The happier those epochs seem to be
    While waiting for a prodigy
    And listening to the debilitated beatingof my ticker
    I remembered one of those days
    The pick pocket game In coast with my kins
    I'd never imagine that the seconds after I had placed a moolah in my pocket could be so much merrymaking.
    But I guess that's nostalgia
    Finding out that moments from the past
    Even if we didn't realise it at the time
    Were true happiness .

    M.S
    ©miss_sandra

  • miss_sandra 15w

    I scroll through my phone
    I see her name
    I remember the things
    That happened
    Lately,I can't put it away
    I can't bury it
    8 years of sustained comeback
    Pain takes a toil
    Not just in mental health.
    All collateral damage In the fight to defend my love.
    Some call it sacrifice
    I call it a choice
    Truth is,I'm a better warrior as a spouse,daughter and sister
    And I need to be or my heart won't make it home.

    8 years of sustained comeback
    I learnt a long time ago to remain calm
    In chaos
    So the fighting doesn't bother me
    But when things go quite
    I hear further times coming for me
    The battles in my skull
    And for the first time in my life
    I'm facing an enemy
    I don't know how to fight .

    M.S
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  • miss_sandra 16w

    I look back now
    And I see all the red flags
    The little changes that I should
    Have asked about
    But just ignored
    And thought if I loved her harder
    It would fix it all.
    I thought I had enough love
    For both of us
    I played myself.
    I thought my patch work would be enough
    But it wasn't.
    She's the wound I want to heal
    The ache I don't want to feel
    The bruise I won't let heal
    Cause I always press it.
    She's everything that is wrong with me
    But it's been too long
    I need to forget her,
    I want to forget her.
    She's my created pain
    And I want to be free of her.

    M.S
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  • miss_sandra 16w

    A WAY WITH WORDS
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  • miss_sandra 16w

    Take me to coming times
    Where solicitude won't be defined
    By sexuality but by the Corazon .
    Teleport me to the future
    Where black lives matter
    Tracks will be replaced by end of racism.
    Cruise me to the future
    Where gunshots in our thoroughfares
    Will be replaced by joyful hooting of horseless carriage.
    Take me to the future
    Where tears of stiffness will be
    Replaced by those of exuberance.
    Take me to the future
    Where there will be no
    Dissimilarity And stratum.
    Just love,love and Love.

    M.S
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  • miss_sandra 16w

    Affliction wasn't close to what she was feeling,
    Pain and hurt became euphemism
    I mean that's what you feel
    When someone takes
    Your ticker and smash it
    Into specks.

    ``A heart break takes time to heal
    And even though pain hurts now
    Maybe it won't hurt forever "
    That's what they would tell her
    But was maybe worth the risk though?

    M.S
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  • miss_sandra 16w

    Whether you are ,
    Black, white or red
    Christian or Muslim
    Gay or straight
    Rich or poor
    Literate or illiterate
    It don't matter.
    The world doesn't need anymore delaminations
    And stereotypical thinking.
    What we need is more philanthropy
    And once we love one another
    Inspite of our variations
    Inspite of our flaws
    We lead people to Christ .
    We are all one big brood
    We need to stop judging.
    Look at your neighbour
    Grab their hand
    And let them know
    I'm with you
    Cause if it's not you then who?

    M.S
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  • miss_sandra 16w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short tale on Lack

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