I fall asleep with my fingers on the keys I wake up to a numbered screen And then There’s dreams left unattended Causing a strange chaos to brew in the back of my mind. It’s a dark cloud waiting to devour me So I try my best to type a few word The the cloudsContinue reading “Dream Tender”
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Background
I don’t really have anything left to say I could write some happy bullshit I could write the emo shit I love But I don’t have it in me Momming is all I have to do right now Everything else has sunk back into the background
Family Fun
Summer is here and nothing is prepared No fitting swim suits No floaties No watermelon shaped towels But we do have marshmallows to roast And a backyard to roast in And board games and a family to play them with -Saschia
The Penny
A penny in a crack On the sidewalk A dollar bill blows Tilting side to side the way a butterfly does but less graceful The Receipts rested on a pile of trash in the bin Collected by a man dressed in blue The penny is still Wedged between two squares of cement -saschia
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”
Deep down %my sleeve and down my back is where the heart of this poem lies. I think I can reach it if I do yoga, then maybe I’ll clean the house and if that doesn’t do it surely I must need a nap. On second thought maybe I’ll start with tha nap.
Peace Space
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to. Some new shelves Chalks and bubbles Toys and board games for fun family game nights I’ll get to it. To the organizing and shelf building I have the set up in my head. Two benches Th kind with cubbies on the bottom OneContinue reading “Peace Space”
Sinful Eats
The tables are filled with Tacos And all the fixens There’s no where to sit but standings just fine I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time The chicken ones they go down kinda rough But the beef ones now those are a sin I lick my fingers and go up again I shouldn’tContinue reading “Sinful Eats”
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”
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