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Purpose

There’s a purpose for you A purpose only you can fulfill It is yours and yours alone Shape it Mold it and let it fill your walls Then make your place there don’t sit around and wait for your place to find you Places are stationary But you, my love, can move -Saschia

The Awake Version

Time passes so fast once my eyes close There are times I close them to think for just a second And when I opened them The hours had passed me by like a shooting star Sometimes I don’t even realize my eyes had closed And I dream that my day goes on as usual ThenContinue reading “The Awake Version”

Night Creature

Aimless walks under the moonlight Orange hues A breeze fingering my hair Ah, the life of a night creature Spreading wings Shredding wings Finding words and self And novel ideas -Saschia

Electric Girl

My body travels at unknown speeds It tries to go everywhere all at once I want to wrap myself tight To squeeze myself between my mattress and my box spring Or get rolled out like a homemade pasta noodle So I snuggle as close as I can to try and tame my electric skin -Saschia

Yes

The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth Not a squeak to em The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway beams dance on the floor Wiggling to some translucent beat I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat Shadows scatter I freeze to admire the sight I stand still confident in the shadows returnContinue reading “Yes”

#Amwriting

I want to write I want to stretch my fingers And let em go Typing typing typing away Lost in adventures Lost in the scenes Pushing pushing through the pain Typing typing Eyes closed eyes squinted Teeth gritted Pushing and typing Hoping that finally a stiff book baby Will exist in my hands -Saschia

The Silent Man

I mouth the words hoping they’ll be caught But without a sound I could be saying anything He doesn’t mouth a thing He stands there staring waiting for more from me But I have such a hard time getting my own words out “What are you thinking?” I mouth silently He stands there waiting forContinue reading “The Silent Man”

Blank-ness

The words won’t slip out. My legs twitch with electricity and my mind black as the deep blue. I’ll fish and meditate and search for a hook but when nothing comes all I have left is a defensive rotation between force and small rests -Saschia

Belief

From now on I will believe in my writing. I will be confident enough to be teachable while also being true to me. It took a lot of work to be able to write that and mean it at the same time. It’s not just an affirmation it’s a statement of who I’ve become. IContinue reading “Belief”

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”