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
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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
Lost it
15 more minutes to think I’ve lost my thought and I need to find it Just 5 more minutes with my brain Let me look in the places I’ve forgotten about If I just think of something else it may come floating back Bananas Bananas Kittens … Nope -Saschia
Reading Energy
I read the same line 6 times Then when I tried to leave I backed into my mother’s car That’s when I decided it was best to stay inside With the book I’m too tired to read I stare at the letters and they don’t stare back The words they have sounds and proper placesContinue reading “Reading Energy”
Thought Collector
The days give me thoughts collected over time The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double Thoughts are of no value left inside a head Write them down think up more and write those down Save themContinue reading “Thought Collector”
Creation
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
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
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