Stalker #amwriting #novembernotes

For November Notes, Possession by Sarah McLachlan.



Steal my hand


with me

hear symphonies


I am everything

don’t discard


you’re my life

my blood pulsing

you’re my obsession

my possession

hear my confession

you see me

as the darkness

I’m your savior

who understands


I do


©Sascha Darlington



Opposites #amwriting #novembernotes

Written for November Notes, Day 1 (ha! catch up in full force), The Night We Met by Lord Huron.



We knew each other in daylight, but night was where we came alive. Hands and fingers and lips devouring, rhapsodizing some mystical force deep in the earth’s belly, deep in my belly. I hear the magic bass thumping through my heart, resuscitation, and long for one more night with you, but stark day pervades, like a killing virus, invades.

©Sascha Darlington


Lightning Fireflies #amwriting #novembernotes

Written for November Notes, Words as Weapons by Birdy. I thought of redirection. I am also offering this for dVerse open link.


Lightning Fireflies

Pathetic to consider the energy you expend to injure

how all of those atoms redirected, momentum amassed

could be lightning fireflies portending delight.


©Sascha Darlington



All the Things We’ll Never Know #amwriting (finally) #novembernotes

In November of 2016, I evidently was much more, errrr….what is the word…prolific? Indefatigable? I participated in both NaNo and November Notes, hosted then by Sarah and Rosema. I didn’t realize until last week that they had brought back November Notes again this year.  Continue reading

She Doesn’t Understand You Don’t Believe in Gray– Day 25 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

She Doesn’t Understand You Don’t Believe in Gray

The relentless search for meaning buried between phrases. She reinterprets your words seeking ones which mean “I love you.”



S. Darlington

#November Notes, Day 18, Song Prompt: Meaning by Gavin Degraw

“No” #November Notes, Day 30

I didn’t keep up at the end, but I truly want to thank rosemawrites and sarah doughty for a fantastic month of songs and writing. At the beginning I didn’t know if I’d even be able to contribute, but by the middle of the month, while nano was going on, I found that concentrating on these poems was a saving grace. They chose some songs that I already loved and some I didn’t know, but loved to discover. Regardless, they chose a great mix of songs that made me think. Many kudos to them for doing this and sharing it with us. Thank you so much ladies and I hope you’ll let us know if you plan a surpise like this again for us all.

Unfortunately this may not be my best offering in return for all of your offerings, but here goes.



Do you know what that means?

Devil’s advocate?

You always stand opposite me

Regardless of our discussion

You need to be right

You need me to be under your thumb

Like a rolling stones song

It’s been going on so long

I no longer understand

I’m tired, I wave my hands for distance

Thinking you’ll understand, than be intrusive

You come too close, thinking there’s a chance

For nothing, I’m strong now

I’m my own savior

The moment I realized I was alone

Your heart’s different than mine.

Yours is quid pro quo

Mine’s just quo

Once you would have been close

Close enough to hurt me


Now I need you far enough away

to not hurt my body

I’m strong now

Strong enough to face my fears

Strong enough to be alone

Strong enough to know love shouldn’t hurt

Tables turned


end 12/1/2016

S. Darlington

I’m Okay—Day 26, #November Notes

erm…this is probably called catch up and I hope the fine ladies who provided #November Notes don’t mind me doing so.

Song prompt: The Script, For The First Time. One of my favorite songs.

I’m Okay

Where are we these days?

He’s lost his job

Me, I never found one

It seems like we take turns

In the unemployment line

The only time we’re together

Is asleep, him snoring, me awake


I never went to sleep, when he woke

He stared at me, as if seeing me for the first time

His eyes softened, reminding me of that boy

The one I met when I was sixteen

Who curled my toes, kissed my lips

Broke my cherry, convinced me love was forever


That boy never went far, worked in a factory

Til it closed, worked at the mill, til it closed

Now we look at each other and I don’t blame him

He’s always worked, it’s the times that’re hard.


I wake, look in the mirror think my face is wrinkled too soon

He appears behind me and strokes his fingertips over my skin

I kiss them. Our eyes meet in the mirror,

as if we’ve never seen each other before.


We talk like I don’t remember us doing, not recently

Maybe we did before, before everything seemed huge

We touch and entwine fingers like kids, our smiles bashful

Like we are learning each other again


We have no money, we’re living on my meager earnings

from a job I got last week, a cashier at a store,

Bread and butter, some peanut butter

No handouts, he’s too proud

But it’s okay. I’d live poor with him every day.


It’s not fancy or isolation, it’s not dreams of some idealized love

He and me, we’ve been together for long enough

That I know there’s no whipped cream fantasies on our agenda

It’s tears and crumbling concrete, broken windows and cold.


Yeah, these times are hard, but he woke this morning

Held me close, our heat invaded each other’s bodies

It’s been six years since that’s happened. He turned, kissed my jaw,

He said: I’ve missed you, hon, are you okay? I didn’t need to answer

I almost in that perfect moment wouldn’t answer, but said, “yeah, I’m okay.”


end 12/1/2016

S. Darlington

Smart, #November Notes, Day 23

#November Notes, Day 23, Song Prompt: You Are A Memory by Message to Bears


I have two memories. In the first we kiss, laugh, dance. In the second, you yell, betray, scheme. Once, I cried for both of these memories. Then I grew smart.

end 11/23/2016

S. Darlington

So Much Noise About Bad Boys, #November Notes, Day 22

#November Notes, Day 22, Song Prompt: Free Fallin’ by John Mayer

So Much Noise About Bad Boys

The good girls love those bad boys

all of the sex and treating them bad

break their hearts make them sad

but how stupid is that?


Girls, get yourself a smart man, a kind man

make being self-smart your plan

forget the bad boys that make you do

only things they want you to


Get a smart man, a kind man

the I’ll- respect-you kind of man

a man with a job, a sense of humor

cause your bad boy’s gone before you say “loser”


end 11/22/2016

S. Darlington

When Love Runs Its Course, #November Notes Day 21

#November Notes, Day 21, Song Prompt: Recreational by Aaron Krause

When Love Runs Its Course

Some loves run their course like water in a puddle with no escape stagnate.

You can hold on when he says it’s over. He’ll tell you it’s him, a lie. It’s not you either, it’s just time.

So let go, move on, be friends.

Accept it’s something you can’t force when love’s run its course.


end 11/21/2016

S. Darlington