Posted in poetry with tags , , on February 28, 2015 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Imminently pleased, momentarily

Thinking I had won a game only I was playing,

On a field, on a train I thought someone I knew

had boarded.

“You have made me feel so alone,”

The mirror says, crystal.

I’ve been beside myself through this journey,

and it seems still nothing has changed.


Up by Feeling

Posted in poetry with tags , , on January 23, 2015 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I’m not myself, lately.
Words have been
hard to come by.

Too much space
has been taken
up by feeling
things I am still not
quite convinced
aren’t dreamed.

But I know myself:
the strength of my
imagination is too
slight to have thought
of anyone as wonderful–
as raw, as rare, as real, as you.

I worry, though.
If I’m not myself,
who do you love?

So. I’m trying to
find the words to say
unspeakable things.

No Strangers

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on December 17, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

See the darkness in me,
Feel the weight of that little black hole.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Laugh: and lift me, impossible, improbable.

Probability doesn’t seem to factor in,
Gravity and I have never been friends.
You and I are no strangers–
Falling is second nature.

Strange how much it feels like flying,
Undeniably intended.


You Got Me

Posted in poetry with tags on November 20, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I’m in a corner,
I can’t back down.
No switchblade handy.
You got me.

We’re on the roof,
Nowhere else to go.
You’re feeling randy.
You got me.

The bar is loud,
There’s a stairwell,
We’ll climb, legs bandy.
You got me.

Trying to talk,
Is such a chore.
Seem like such a dandy.
You got me.

Walk up to me,
Buy another drink.
It tastes like candy.
You got me.

I walk in for a drink,
To get warm.
Pour me a brandy.
You got me.

The bus was late,
It’s freezing outside,
This place seemed fancy.
And you got me.

Checking In

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , on November 18, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I’m okay. I feel good.
We check in, and ask–
how are things going?
We resort to talking about food.

Nothing’s new, all is well.
This stuff bothered me,
No big deal though, you know?
Just another thing to sell.

Holidays are coming.
Stressful? Sure.
Just keeping on, through
everything, even if bumbling.

No, no one new, it’s hard.
Holidays can be, you say–while
happily married, another on the way.
Easy; when you’re not on-guard.

Constantly insecure, and unsure
of those around me, the
come ons, the veiled challenges.
And I can only be demure.

So I’m okay. I feel good.
Right now. Safe with you,
here, no onion layers to peel
away. Out there? Should

Much as You’d Think

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on November 5, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Haven’t known what to say to you:
still don’t.
Hurt never went away.
Memories, either.
Pushed myself to be better, more.
Pushed you out of my mind;

If you wonder, this one’s about you
(but not as much as you’d think).

Lose your selfish belief of being selfless, maybe we’ll talk–
if you start with apologies.
Apologies matter.
And I never got mine.
What’s gone is done.
And what is to come probably isn’t us.

A quick update…

Posted in current events, on writing, Personal Notes with tags , , , on November 2, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I haven’t posted any new poetry for awhile. I spent the last few weeks editing and compiling poems for a first book prize. I’m not holding my breath, but look at it as a worthwhile effort in working to be a better writer. The process made me aware of a lot that I should work on, but I gained a little more confidence, too–just putting that envelope into the mail gives me hope in one day being a professional poet.

Now, it’s November, which of course, means NaNoWriMo. I’ll be pantsing, entirely–I have only a slight concept. But I’ve done this annual challenge for so long, it’d feel wrong not to try again, this year.

I’ll try to get back to new poems in December. Thanks for reading.