Her

She loves the sunsets

Something she told me today

The colors she mentioned

Were red white and blue

I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle

She mentioned ice cream

Which makes perfect sense

Then we turned the corner

And she said just one more time

“I think sunsets are beautiful

This is one of many reasons why

I love her.

-Saschia

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Will Write For Tomorrow

Light in the distance

A globe or maybe an orb

It flits around the corners of my heart

Dashes against the edges of my mind

I look and touch and smell

What it may be like

I want things a way

Smooth oiled machines

But life isn’t so oiled

It’s jagged and rough

There are times when moments

Connect seamlessly and those I pocket

And dissect later

But mostly it takes work

and prayer

and sweat

-Saschia

Makers Of Dreams

how bad do you want it

does it drag you outta bed at one am

do you do it even when you know it’s not perfect

and if you don’t

do the demons of regret torture you until you do

would you sacrifice empty dreams to see a childhood one come true

The truth is I’d be ok drifting back into nothing

but this dream it’s got a hold of me

and it’s going to drag me outta bed at one am

and make a fool of me

it will prod me until words bleed from my fingers

because it won’t let me die living on empty dreams

-Saschia

 

My Light