We all do this writing thing different That doesn’t matter It’s not about how or when you write it’s about doing it it’s about continuing to do it even when doing it no longer makes sense There’s a silent commitment between you and the words and an image of you writing alone And that’s itContinue reading “Writing Like A Writer”
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Stitched Together
From time to time I think of you From minute to minute you cross my mind From hour to hour I’m lost in our fantasies If I stopped I might lose you So I leave myself little reminders Moons and doors and stars as big as your eyes The truth is I don’t need remindersContinue reading “Stitched Together”
Freedom
I wriggled out of my skin And danced under the sunlight I let the world fall away To embrace the woman I’ve worked so hard to become The floodgates opened And washed away all my worries In that moment I was free ♡Saschia
Spider Woman
Running toward the chaos With my mouth wide open Hoping to catch a rain drop in this madness They call me crazy I call me honest My tongue is illuminated My heart has so much to say So I capture it all in my web Just to dull the pain from all the knives inContinue reading “Spider Woman”
Starved
Fiercely myself Jagged My bloody edges Stain the walls My honest core Cored And filled And cored How do I go from here As a women Unloved Under valued And cut so deep ♡Saschia
Peace Space
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to. Some new shelves Chalks and bubbles Toys and board games for fun family game nights I’ll get to it. To the organizing and shelf building I have the set up in my head. Two benches Th kind with cubbies on the bottom OneContinue reading “Peace Space”
One More
we’re going to do this we’re in this together from sunshine to moonrise I’m here by your side just one more day just one more poem we’re going to do this we’re going to do this -Saschia
Sleepy
I tuck the covers between my legs and Nestle in. Comfort I can’t even keep my eyes open It’s time to snuggle up and dream big dreams -sasch
Tacos
I’ve stuffed myself full of tacos And queso And guacamole with chips Now I feel like a potato And my creativity got Stiffed But the tacos were so good And look I still wrote a poem -Saschia
We Go On–We All Do
Funny how things work out How people show up And make you proud of who you are Or make you feel less than who you are both people come and go They make impacts They go on with their lives With their red Rose’s or their brass scales And think briefly of you now andContinue reading “We Go On–We All Do”
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