There’s worlds full of ideas and stories There’s worlds and worlds to write about Going with the flow Switching from tiny to giant Until my story is complete Some of me some of her Some of him
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Life
A life is best lived when it’s full of snuggles When it’s wrapped with hugs on bad days and smothered with kisses on other days Being loved makes life worth living But loving someone else a gift that keeps on giving -Saschia
Teetering Through Time
Sticky damp sheets Wet streets And a soggy mind Thoughts Slowly round the bend I Slowly slip away Is this all part of the dance Or is the end coming near “Not til I’m dead!” The sun will rise. It will. And I’ll keep returning I’ll keep returning -Saschia
Filter Down
Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos Even still, I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy toContinue reading “Filter Down”
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 onContinue reading “Just an Ordinary Day”
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 willContinue reading “You Truly Are”
Dream Tender
I fall asleep with my fingers on the keys I wake up to a numbered screen And then There’s dreams left unattended Causing a strange chaos to brew in the back of my mind. It’s a dark cloud waiting to devour me So I try my best to type a few word The the cloudsContinue reading “Dream Tender”
Background
I don’t really have anything left to say I could write some happy bullshit I could write the emo shit I love But I don’t have it in me Momming is all I have to do right now Everything else has sunk back into the background
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”
Sinful Eats
The tables are filled with Tacos And all the fixens There’s no where to sit but standings just fine I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time The chicken ones they go down kinda rough But the beef ones now those are a sin I lick my fingers and go up again I shouldn’tContinue reading “Sinful Eats”
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