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On Writing honest characters
Sometimes I’m not being true to my characters so I make them turn around and do it again as their truest selves to fix my own mistake. 🤣 -Saschia
It’s Time
You are the embodiment Of the Egyptian godesses You hold light and life In the base of your belly Walk tall Be proud of where you came from You didn’t come from cupcakes You came from pain And heartache So It’s time to rise It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to beContinue reading “It’s Time”
Bared Bones
Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia
Why I Write Everyday
There is a bunch of reasons why I write everyday One is for my family For freetime or solitude So I have something to look back on To see how far I come Inner healing To avoid negativity Why do you write?
Thought Collector
The days give me thoughts collected over time The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double Thoughts are of no value left inside a head Write them down think up more and write those down Save themContinue reading “Thought Collector”
Writers Workshop
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”
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”
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
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