Art is an exchange of ideas. Something I love about art is that its message can evolve and grow as the art is passed down from the creator. When I first began to write, I used to be offended when people misunderstood my work. Then, I came to realize that the evolution of thought isContinue reading ““Art In My World””
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Love is too general Let’s use more words To describe the many ways We cherish those closest to us
Conceived Ideas? -The Creative Process
The truth is once a piece is finished, most ideas conceived will have no place of origin. Plus, some things are meant to be kept as an artist’s secret, and I respect that. However, Henry James left us a list of places that ideas come from and it’d be my pleasure to share that withContinue reading “Conceived Ideas? -The Creative Process”
A Woman
Take away the dishes The wife-ing The mothering And you’re left with A writer An artist !A REVOLUTIONARY Who dreams of sowing thought respect And empathy back into our existence She grasps for words And stories She grasps for experiences She fails She falls she rises Over and over again She is a woman SheContinue reading “A Woman”
Let’s Go
Take my hand here look my palms are open Take my hand to the edge over the edge listen as the glass shatters -Saschia
#Amwriting
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
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”
It’s speaking to me
Mid sleep checklist incomplete Dreaming of writing this While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket I’m with my old boss looking for the next word It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving they’ll appear Slowly we place each word one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “It’s speaking to me”
Just one person at a time.
Saschia was here 09/14/2018
You are…
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
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