“I don’t know if I’m found.”
“What do you mean seems like you have everything you need”
“I don’t know if I’m found?v
“Ok, that is something you have to figure out on your own. Let me know though, I’m interested.”
-Saschia
Tag: creative writing
Told It All
Her big brown eyes said it all
They told all her secrets
And screamed all her lies
They worked together with her brows and her smile
And when shes really nervous, even her laugh whispered her secrets
-Saschia
Here’s to Good Days
Here’s to writing
Whether it’s from my heart
Or something forced out me
-Saschia
I Believe
We are enough
we are smart enough
and driven enough
we can filter through the lies
and navigate through the storm
we are strong and capable of so many things
lets keep going
we can do this
❤ Saschia
Words
In the morning
I hope they come to me
After reading
I wait them out
While I’m showering
I think about them
With a blank screen
I beg them to unfold
In the end
I just place one in front of another
♡Saschia
External Drivers
She curls her legs in from the cold
Her blanket isn’t long enough for her legs to stretch out
there’s ping in her shoulder
for normal people that would be a bother
for her it is a sign of hard work
it brings her hope for a real bed
and a bigger blanket
-Saschia
Look It Up
Ah the doors open
and wonder flows in
like a late menstrual cycle
from a woman who demanded a life of freedom
The imagination grows like vines inside
grasping everything in it’s web
don’t save from this dream
I don’t want to wake up yet
❤ Saschia
Hope
We’re becoming something
Our tip toeing toward
new beginning
I just know
We’re gunna make it
I can see it in the horizon
A flag-no, a Phoenix
Flames
feathers
calls from the wild
Just keep hanging on
We’re almost there
-Saschia
Distant
the grand father clock stopped ticking
I feel so distant
and
out of touch
the music is still there though
i hear it far off
in the place I last knew myself
❤ Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it was his own butt the whole time. I’ll never know. The truth is I didn’t feel like writing about the wasp or anything else happening right in front of me but I couldn’t make up anything else more interesting.
