Why am I here The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens Why am I here? I ask myself one more time. To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing. But we write alone So alone that we pay money to be around peopleContinue reading “Writers Workshop”
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Please Exist
There is a reason why you’re here It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you It would be silent A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed It would lack the chaos of us Trees would fall into oblivion I wouldContinue reading “Please Exist”
For You
These words are for you I can see each one placed in your palm as a thoughtful gift to encourage you to lift your spirit from the pit let’s exchange these words for your heavy load I’ll keep it short I just want you to know You’re something special Meticulously created from freckle To freckleContinue reading “For You”
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
Sank
Over head he smiles I only know because I feel his warmth The alcohol has caused a blur My madness sinks beneath whiskey slurs I’m thirsty I’m hungry But I’m too intoxicated to fix either Maybe I should have left the bottle alone Maybe this is my life and how I want to live itContinue reading “Sank”
Heart
There is an untouchable us An us the world can’t touch We stay forever connected No matter the pulls No matter the tugs After our many resurrections We’ll always be us One hand reaching for the sky The other grasping our love I’m hanging on I’m hanging on To the untouchable us -Saschia
Practice
She’s in the mirror while sunlight pokes her in the face she feels as each oblong word beats it’s way out I am worthy I AM worthy I am worthy I am WORTHY She crawls under her large comforter, blinds drawn. Her small mouth crackles with spit as she opens it to whisper: i amContinue reading “Practice”
A Bag Full of Freedom
I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
Packed Away
The fair has been packed away The pony rides and balloon walls Out of sight Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air And the ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
Rose Roots
Roses dug around the root May not bloom again But placed in the care of a skilled planter Its chances of flowering increase -saschia
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