writers life – Page 11

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

Belief

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”

My Motivation

My motivation to write is my family. I write for our future for healing from our past. I write for our dreams and aspirations. I want the best for us. I want for us to grow together and to always share a table. Every word I hope, adds to our growth in spirit and inContinue reading “My Motivation”

Acceptance

I love my life and accept that most days I’m not going to check everything off the list and that is ok.

Still Written

There are many times I give away my time to write. I give it and give it and give till I’m writing 10 words and starving for solitude. I know I should hang on tighter to my time to write. I should be more demanding but it’s such a slippery thing. It shifts and moldsContinue reading “Still Written”

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”

Regrowth in Conversation

Conversations have shrunk into the weather the news the type of day those are conversations had with strangers dense thoughts have been jumbled into submission behind rage behind dusty memories The cure is to listen to pique some interests then wait and see if the conversations grow -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”