I am not always the easiest person to talk to. I am fully aware of that. But: I am capable of change. I am capable of forgiveness, I am capable of learning/listening to new thoughts and ideas even if they compromise my own beliefs. I tried just following a belief system even though the systemContinue reading “My Current Thoughts”
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From inside my belly I feel it The agitation The excitement The hope for change and the courage to embrace it My fingers wiggle to the music a pain stabs my side Thoughts scatter left and right then sink into my belly This body so fragile This mind so wild I’m almost there I canContinue reading
Can You Connect the Dots?
It doesn’t matter where you start Just jump in You’ll start connecting something Dot to dot That’s all Once you get going it’s amazing how many connections there are So don’t be a toe dipper Just jump in and start connecting ♡Saschia
Caring and All
I care about what you think of me Of course, I don’t want to care I want to write without a worry Without the need for awards Or fancy publications I don’t care what strangers think of me Or acquaintances But you and I are close so I can’t help but care It’s uncomfortable howContinue reading “Caring and All”
Too Late
It’s too late I’ve tucked myself between two bed sheets I’ve got work to do But it’ll have to wait Because these sheets got me sleepy ♡Saschia
And Today This…
This is the woman I thought I’d never become This reliant brash woman With a bag full of wipes and dreams This is the woman I had never dreamed of being So in love so alive Cleaning toilets and folding laundry with pride I am the mom I knew I’d become but this woman thingContinue reading “And Today This…”
Summer Mornings
4:30 stomach ache fizzy drink dreams dreams dreams meek confident sleepy girl dreams dreams dreams ❤ Saschia Another day another poem Look It Up
In the Middle
The morning crawled into my nose and filled my chest then continued to my legs til I had to throw the covers off some people grind harder than me some sleep through their dreams til their last breath I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle ❤ Saschia
Distant
the grand father clock stopped ticking I feel so distant and out of touch the music is still there though i hear it far off in the place I last knew myself ❤ Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
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