I have no side to take
Ambivalence is all I’ve ever known
Conflicted to the core
Tag: poem
Curiosity
My work is useless without curiosity
It’s my current the wind in my sails
Without it
my words are purely entertainment
and lack depth
So I read and explore and question life…
-Saschia
Echoes
The moon crosses the sky
Have I forgot something
Is the laundry done
The spirits circle my car
Echoes of
tummy growls
Did I eat
Take my hand love me raw
Wrap your arms around my vibrations
Do I have to ask
-Saschia
Here, I Am Here
My reality is a dream
I sit in it everyday
I wake up to it and fall asleep to it
I ran from it
and now I grasp it as tight as I can
I don’t want to let it go
I don’t want to be anywhere else
Here with my loves
Among their blooms
Among their thorns
Is where I wish to be
-Saschia
Cloudy
I’m lost in the clouds
reality swirls into a blur of colors while
Hope flits in and out like a restless cat
How do I touch down?
Toes wiggling with
Two feet on the ground
-Saschia
Puddle of Life
Life leaked out my finger tips
It was a sloppy puddle of mush
leaving only a carcass of skin slabbed on bone
Like a chicken on a cheerful walk to the slaughterhouse
emptied
mindless
and tired
-Saschia
Bed time writing
Going from letter to letter
Eyes opened one minute
Closed the next.
What’s real and why are sugar plums
So amazed by my androids buttons
Pulled Tight
Full of conflict pulled tight
from the holes in my ears
I do but I don’t
I would
But should I
I don’t know why humans do these things
Must we know
If I don’t should I make it up?
Should I choose a side
This is when my values tap me on the nose
And the white bunny rushes me along
It’s speaking to me
Mid sleep checklist incomplete
Dreaming of writing this
While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket
I’m with my old boss looking for the next word
It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving
they’ll appear
Slowly we place each word one after the other
What we build here makes complete sense
Door hinges break without salt so we sprinkle liberally
And we have to crack the window so my mom can hear her alarm
It’s in the next house along with my mom
The moons out it’s big and the night sky makes me weak
So I sit on the porch watching it glisten hoping that in some way
it’s speaking to me.
Passion
I bite my lip
with hope of a kiss
That may never arrive
I believe in it
Like a white Christmas
Or three bowls of porridge
It’s fleeting these days
I haven’t been able to catch hold
