Just an Ordinary Day

The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg on the bench. When ordering I wanted to try something new but the pressure was too great so I ordered the usual hot chai tea latte. While I waited for my drink I read the headlines on the newspapers stacked not so neatly on the rack. Nothing was interesting enough to make me want to open one of them.

You Truly Are

I want us to share spaces full of secrets and dreams

I want to share my entire life with you

Not just tidbits

My weird thoughts

my art

New songs I find

new places to explore

just everything

I even save things I know will make you smile

And cook the things I know will give you an excited wiggle

You truly are my Sunshine, Babe

My life would be incomplete without you

-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 people who understand the solitude writing requires.

We hash out ideas

We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this

The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.

Maybe that’s why I’m there

To try and figure out what to do next.

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 would fall into oblivion.

Without you,

there’d be no us

there’d be no poetry

You are the poetry

-Saschia

Bare

Sky as bare as a new born

My rebirth causes an itch under my fingernails

If only I could reach it

I’m trying so hard to embrace this body

To push and mold it

But I get so tired

So hungry

And yet that doesn’t stop me

I lift my demons and sweat them outta me

Because there’s no other way

To get where I’m going without persistence

-Saschia