Tag Archives: creative writing
Am I Losing It
If only I could remember These vibrations are only a call It’s just my phone in my back pocket Doesn’t ring very often So when it does I’m always shocked I question my mind I wonder where this feeling is coming from Then I realize it’s just a call About the warranty on my carContinue reading “Am I Losing It”
So Now, Accept Yourself
You are tough You weren’t born that way You came out soft and squishy And full of fantasies And you tasted just like sugar Like melted sugar And rainbows shot from your eyes in the middle of a hurricane Then it started the dying You realized people did very bad things That people died forContinue reading “So Now, Accept Yourself”
Extracting Ideas From The Inside
This is literally what a thought looks inside the brain. But when we think, this is not what we see. Today I’d like to discuss how we get our thoughts from conception into a place where we can mold them into a story. Getting ideas from pure thought onto paper can be a complicated thing. ButContinue reading “Extracting Ideas From The Inside”
Set Up To Fall
The hiss of a hot match under water The last domino set in place Just before the fall Chin up The worst is yet to come If you’ve made it this far You might as well Just keep going Things will fall into place Well, wait that I can’t promise -Saschia
More Writing
The sun is coming up The more I write The less I sleep But I’m going to figure it out I’m going to get through this -Saschia
Waaahhh
From left to right From side to side I’ve been up Up up up To write To soothe To make my dreams come true Something is off though And so I write some more -Saschia
Mount Ararat
Water gushes from my throat down my chin down my shirt and slowly makes its way to my toes I’m drenched in water A pigeon landed on my shoulder with a leaf in its mouth It waited til the earth shook Then flew away My life is just beginning now it will never be theContinue reading “Mount Ararat”
Folding Me In
My thoughts Thick as molasses are folding me into the dark sticky world inside me I swim in possibilities And fiction And relationships That are questionable Here I stir in the wonder of it all -Saschia
Just Well-Rested
The jig is up I’m not full of any tricks I have empty sleeves I’m just well rested And that’s a rare thing -Saschia
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