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#Amwriting

I want to write I want to stretch my fingers And let em go Typing typing typing away Lost in adventures Lost in the scenes Pushing pushing through the pain Typing typing Eyes closed eyes squinted Teeth gritted Pushing and typing Hoping that finally a stiff book baby Will exist in my hands -Saschia

Just Finish

I start and I start And I just know I’ll finish So I start some more But the secret is to finish At least that’s what I heard We’ll see some day -Saschia

The Silent Man

I mouth the words hoping they’ll be caught But without a sound I could be saying anything He doesn’t mouth a thing He stands there staring waiting for more from me But I have such a hard time getting my own words out “What are you thinking?” I mouth silently He stands there waiting forContinue reading “The Silent Man”

Blank-ness

The words won’t slip out. My legs twitch with electricity and my mind black as the deep blue. I’ll fish and meditate and search for a hook but when nothing comes all I have left is a defensive rotation between force and small rests -Saschia

Lost it

15 more minutes to think I’ve lost my thought and I need to find it Just 5 more minutes with my brain Let me look in the places I’ve forgotten about If I just think of something else it may come floating back Bananas Bananas Kittens … Nope -Saschia

My Sleeping Baby

She sleeps sitting up Cradled between two couch cushions I toss her favorite blanket over her legs Even though I know she’ll kick it off She has her hands tucked below her chin and her knees pulled in I lean in to hug her and kiss her little head covered in brown locks And tellContinue reading “My Sleeping Baby”

Reading Energy

I read the same line 6 times Then when I tried to leave I backed into my mother’s car That’s when I decided it was best to stay inside With the book I’m too tired to read I stare at the letters and they don’t stare back The words they have sounds and proper placesContinue reading “Reading Energy”

Thought Collector

The days give me thoughts collected over time The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double Thoughts are of no value left inside a head Write them down think up more and write those down Save themContinue reading “Thought Collector”

Creation

There’s worlds full of ideas and stories There’s worlds and worlds to write about Going with the flow Switching from tiny to giant Until my story is complete Some of me some of her Some of him

Regrowth in Conversation

Conversations have shrunk into the weather the news the type of day those are conversations had with strangers dense thoughts have been jumbled into submission behind rage behind dusty memories The cure is to listen to pique some interests then wait and see if the conversations grow -Saschia