A place where you can be human.
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
A life is best lived when it’s full of snuggles
When it’s wrapped with hugs on bad days
and smothered with kisses on other days
Being loved makes life worth living
But loving someone else a gift that keeps on giving
-Saschia
Sticky damp sheets
Wet streets
And a soggy mind
Thoughts
Slowly round the bend
I
Slowly slip away
Is this all part of the dance
Or is the end coming near
“Not til I’m dead!”
The sun will rise. It will.
And I’ll keep returning
I’ll keep returning
-Saschia
Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other
I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it
Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos
Even still,
I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy to write my poetry
Maybe it’s my thing, writing sleepy
If I’m tired the filter is tired too so I can just say it all
whatever it is I have to say that day.
-Saschia
The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg on the bench. When ordering I wanted to try something new but the pressure was too great so I ordered the usual hot chai tea latte. While I waited for my drink I read the headlines on the newspapers stacked not so neatly on the rack. Nothing was interesting enough to make me want to open one of them.
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come.
-Saschia
The vines were growing up out of the water
And the trees hung freely
Just a snap shot handed to me upside down
That’s all we need for a great story
-Saschia
I want us to share spaces full of secrets and dreams
I want to share my entire life with you
Not just tidbits
My weird thoughts
my art
New songs I find
new places to explore
just everything
I even save things I know will make you smile
And cook the things I know will give you an excited wiggle
You truly are my Sunshine, Babe
My life would be incomplete without you
-Saschia
I fall asleep with my fingers on the keys
I wake up to a numbered screen
And then There’s dreams left unattended
Causing a strange chaos to brew in the back of my mind.
It’s a dark cloud waiting to devour me
So I try my best to type a few word
The the clouds disperse and I can tend my dreams once again.
-Saschia
I don’t really have anything left to say
I could write some happy bullshit
I could write the emo shit I love
But I don’t have it in me
Momming is all I have to do right now
Everything else has sunk back into the background
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