There’s a purpose for you A purpose only you can fulfill It is yours and yours alone Shape it Mold it and let it fill your walls Then make your place there don’t sit around and wait for your place to find you Places are stationary But you, my love, can move -Saschia
Tag Archives: Ambition
One More
we’re going to do this we’re in this together from sunshine to moonrise I’m here by your side just one more day just one more poem we’re going to do this we’re going to do this -Saschia
A Warm Up
Lenses are clearing And fishing has begun Tap tap tippity tap Sounds the keys An alarm to wake up My creativity There’s hope It floats by once in a while There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of But we need this We need this To live to sacrifice our bloody insides ToContinue reading “A Warm Up”
My Element
I travel at a slow pace require low energy to think but I get impatient and high on life which is part of being human It’s ok to be human as long as I remember to take my time and surround myself with peace -Saschia
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
The Time Is Now
I’m waiting for that time to come For the perfect moment For a time to breath, to think But the best time is now I should get more focused now Because later might not come So I need to mix my clay, gather my bricks, and start stacking bit by bit -Saschia
Curiosity
My work is useless without curiosity It’s my current the wind in my sails Without it my words are purely entertainment and lack depth So I read and explore and question life… -Saschia
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”
A Writer’s Wish
Numb to it all My world slipt away Was it mine This foreign body of water deserted and dripping of new substance Maybe divined maybe cursed Cure me of my ailments Feed me your wine but allow me a foot on the ground A toe? A finger? -Saschia