here are the parts some broken some whole and worthwhile others timeless but when hung together it becomes a symphony a novel a coming to that can be revealed in no other way -Saschia Another poem? Step
Category Archives: Poetry
Moments of Desire
Why do I have to want it so bad it scares me to try I wish I could calmly face my desires no matter how large They say shoot for the moon but I tend to shoot for the sky I’m definitely a toe dipper -Saschia Step
Step
Step one foot at a time hope for joy accept but don’t settle look both ways but don’t get stuck waiting for a green light
Under Construction
There’s construction on the bridge makes me not want to cross it even though the construction is being done underneath it just slows things down There must be another way -Saschia Where
Where
Days grow Nights shrink as I adjust my legs There is a place here for me Awake not in some dreamy state Grounded not drifting -Saschia
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous the drive to replace the mask of positivity and the plague of territorial jealousy like a jack in the box I never wound but I love when it rains and I love when you show your true face the rugged one the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit insisting itContinue reading “Elsewhere”
Rainy Days
rain drums the roof of my car inside dry warm satisfied and full of stars and fables full of life no crisis no resolutions just existence -Saschia Artists
Caged from Words
I pace back and forth like a caged animal waiting for a stray hand and an unsuspecting little one Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention and I can slip them between the bars Some eye me down and to show them who’s boss I lick my lips and then theirs and then my ownContinue reading “Caged from Words”
Artists
The road winds in a manner that seems as if I keep walking in circles but there are very subtle differences differences only a curious person would notice like the flowers are a different shade of blue or the bugs are crawling on their backs rather than their bellies Makers of art wander on andContinue reading “Artists”
Project Deconstruct
Just give me a world where I can wear binoculars and collect grains of meaning I will hunt for the center til it spins into the abyss I will search near and far with hopes that it will all lead to the place where the sea finally meets the sky -Saschia Johnson
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