Funny how things work out How people show up And make you proud of who you are Or make you feel less than who you are both people come and go They make impacts They go on with their lives With their red Rose’s or their brass scales And think briefly of you now andContinue reading “We Go On–We All Do”
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Two Baby Girls
She dances while I sleep And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix She’s a part of me One with me Her sister is my closest friend and family. She lights up my life with her smile and makes me feel at home with her presence Two baby girls to hug and love to sing andContinue reading “Two Baby Girls”
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I give pieces of me Raw and unfiltered I give every night my last thoughts My dreams nightmares and wishes And I worry that I’ll be misunderstood -Saschia
A Distant Symphony
There’s this tiny space inside me. It has a tiny door with a button handle. A button you’d sew on a shirt. It was a fancy gold one. Round and shiny. I could hear music playing from the other side so I got on all fours and placed my ear right up against it. TheContinue reading “A Distant Symphony”
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
Bed time writing
Going from letter to letter Eyes opened one minute Closed the next. What’s real and why are sugar plums So amazed by my androids buttons
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”
It’s speaking to me
Mid sleep checklist incomplete Dreaming of writing this While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket I’m with my old boss looking for the next word It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving they’ll appear Slowly we place each word one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “It’s speaking to me”
Passion
I bite my lip with hope of a kiss That may never arrive I believe in it Like a white Christmas Or three bowls of porridge It’s fleeting these days I haven’t been able to catch hold
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
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