Jayne

Echoes

The moon crosses the sky Have I forgot something Is the laundry done The spirits circle my car Echoes of tummy growls Did I eat Take my hand love me raw Wrap your arms around my vibrations Do I have to ask -Saschia

Untitled

I give pieces of me Raw and unfiltered I give every night my last thoughts My dreams nightmares and wishes And I worry that I’ll be misunderstood -Saschia

Cloudy

I’m lost in the clouds reality swirls into a blur of colors while Hope flits in and out like a restless cat How do I touch down? Toes wiggling with Two feet on the ground -Saschia

A Distant Symphony

There’s this tiny space inside me. It has a tiny door with a button handle. A button you’d sew on a shirt. It was a fancy gold one. Round and shiny. I could hear music playing from the other side so I got on all fours and placed my ear right up against it. TheContinue reading “A Distant Symphony”

Puddle of Life

Life leaked out my finger tips It was a sloppy puddle of mush leaving only a carcass of skin slabbed on bone Like a chicken on a cheerful walk to the slaughterhouse emptied mindless and tired -Saschia

Bed time writing

Going from letter to letter Eyes opened one minute Closed the next. What’s real and why are sugar plums So amazed by my androids buttons

Pulled Tight

Full of conflict pulled tight from the holes in my ears I do but I don’t I would But should I I don’t know why humans do these things Must we know If I don’t should I make it up? Should I choose a side This is when my values tap me on the noseContinue reading “Pulled Tight”

Just one more inch

So close that’s usually how I do Not usually you hit the mark Or Right on I hear So close You were this close If only you made it just one more inch Maybe living will be my talent The one thing I did right They’ll Mention it in my eulogy As if I masteredContinue reading “Just one more inch”

It’s speaking to me

Mid sleep checklist incomplete Dreaming of writing this While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket I’m with my old boss looking for the next word It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving they’ll appear Slowly we place each word one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “It’s speaking to me”

Passion

I bite my lip with hope of a kiss That may never arrive I believe in it Like a white Christmas Or three bowls of porridge It’s fleeting these days I haven’t been able to catch hold