From now on I will believe in my writing. I will be confident enough to be teachable while also being true to me. It took a lot of work to be able to write that and mean it at the same time. It’s not just an affirmation it’s a statement of who I’ve become. IContinue reading “Belief”
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What’s Coming?
Slowly dipping my toes back into this writing thing. Jumping head first into this new baby girl thing. 2019 will be a roller coaster full of new beginnings. -Saschia
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
Two Baby Girls
She dances while I sleep And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix She’s a part of me One with me Her sister is my closest friend and family. She lights up my life with her smile and makes me feel at home with her presence Two baby girls to hug and love to sing andContinue reading “Two Baby Girls”
Human
Going human was my best decision Letting me be something full of both Flaws and beauty Striving for better Still acknowledging my best efforts Growing growing From a tree to ash drifting far and wide Jayne.Press
Bubble Bath
Bubble Bath The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top My legs have adjusted but when the rest of me sinks in it burns. In the tub, I’m a lost soul venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts My wordsContinue reading “Bubble Bath”
Cord
Cord The cord to the blinds snapped right off I was hoping to let some light in But maybe this filtered light isn’t so bad Should I buy a new cord, A new blind, Or tie it back together the best I can? I’m going to peek through to see if the light is worthContinue reading “Cord”
George Frederick Watts
“I paint ideas, not things. I paint primarily because I have something to say, and since the gift of eloquent language has been denied me, I use painting… -George Frederick Watts Feature photo from Wikipedia
Frayed Ends
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends”
The Mason
The Mason He picked up a red brick Brushed it off and placed it on the wet cement. He had sweat on his brow that Drip dripped. His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt Were a good choice that frigid morning But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun. He still stacked because ifContinue reading “The Mason”
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