I have retreated
from the battlefield
and left my fears to rot
I have pitched my tent
and opened a flame
-Saschia
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Category: Poetry
Timeless
Days go by
time is lost
I’m no longer sure what day it is
can’t get the hands on the clock straight
but it’s ok,
it’s ok that I’ve lost track
I’ll be back on track in no time
I just want to enjoy this timeless space
while I can.
Choppy
Waves rush over me
I sink in and
let them run their course
Breathing in uncertainty
exhaling relief
until I’m released
back into still waters
-Saschia
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nowhere
jumping jumping
from thought to thought
they lead
I lead
but none of it feels quite right
-Saschia
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Today’s The Day
Good morning world
today’s the day to get it done
to finish all the things you’ve been working on
or maybe today’s the day to try something new
but whatever you decide
today’s the day
-Saschia
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Nesting
boxes, bins, and labels
where to put it
where to put it
space saver clutter buster
ugh, I broke a nail
garbage bags empty boxes
bend bend bend
batteries screw driver
or is it an Philips head
whatever, as long as it fits
The baby’s coming
deep breath
baby’s coming
-Saschia
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Nap Time
I think I might take a nap
let the waters lift my burdens
on my descent
I’ll rest my eyes
and let silence wash over me
hugged by darkness
til I’m roused by the light
-Saschia
He’s A Writer
We have a writer in our midst
He’s wild, and uncouth and
scares the others away with
his insane laughter and honest mouth
but the truth is
I want to hear everything
he has to say
-Saschia
Your story needs to be heard
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Coming Back To Life
The bare trees will begin to bud again
the flowers will crack through the soil
and bloom and amaze us with their colors
We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun
and our thoughts will be on simple things
like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches
or beach days scented of sea salt and sunblock
those days are coming where we
will come to life once again
-Saschia
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Makers Of Dreams
how bad do you want it
does it drag you outta bed at one am
do you do it even when you know it’s not perfect
and if you don’t
do the demons of regret torture you until you do
would you sacrifice empty dreams to see a childhood one come true
The truth is I’d be ok drifting back into nothing
but this dream it’s got a hold of me
and it’s going to drag me outta bed at one am
and make a fool of me
it will prod me until words bleed from my fingers
because it won’t let me die living on empty dreams
-Saschia
