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”
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the unwritten character
Grinning she fills her hands with cupcakes and her pockets with candies. There’s no bringing her down. Her head is in the clouds full of happy dreams fed to her from a tv screen. She’s one positive guru with her bad feelings black and charred secretly tucked in the base of her Medulla. Her secretsContinue reading “the unwritten character”
Damaged
Years pass by mouths clamped shut raw meat rotting beneath crisp white sheets A metallic bird squawks Cawing cawing at the window panes but no one let’s him in. -Saschia
They Collide
here we go again the fight a dream or two colliding my knees ache my legs are restless but these dreams they tug and they pull they tell me they’re waiting and let me tell ya they’re getting impatient and it’s making my pits sweat
Omw
Guide me to a place of strategy. Draw me a map in color with a key Send me blueprints of the vessel I should build I will build and explore and search for what becomes of it all -Saschia
Puddle of Life
Life leaked out my finger tips It was a sloppy puddle of mush leaving only a carcass of skin slabbed on bone Like a chicken on a cheerful walk to the slaughterhouse emptied mindless and tired -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
Human
Going human was my best decision Letting me be something full of both Flaws and beauty Striving for better Still acknowledging my best efforts Growing growing From a tree to ash drifting far and wide Jayne.Press
Circles -A Collaboration
The world in all its glory still vacant The abyss below echoes back words I’d like to decipher [will it ever be enough] Some days the echoes are all that matter and even though he’s my world these echoes are sticky like a magnetic night sky without a cloud for miles Where the comets andContinue reading “Circles -A Collaboration”
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