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”
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A Precious Thing
I rush to get my work done Less thought takes less energy Which sends me off to bed early I could spend the day contemplating The balance between Plato’s and Nietzsche’s opinions of “the good life” But the amount of energy it takes to develop that opinion is far too great It’d be smushed betweenContinue reading “A Precious Thing”
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”
The End of the Day
At the end of the day, I just want to spend time with you Doesn’t matter what we do Watching Movies snuggles reading dozens of knock knock jokes You’re the smile on my face A reason to keep going And every step I take has you in mind -Saschia
#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
Just Finish
I start and I start And I just know I’ll finish So I start some more But the secret is to finish At least that’s what I heard We’ll see some day -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
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