A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem ✨
A smile creeps across
her pale cheeks
as she writes her
muse back to life.
“There’s more to this life
than muses!”
She jots that down
and smiles some more.
“Find your own inspiration
in the woods in the books”
She spins around
dancing in the moonlight
and there her muse is roused
with all the words that make her smile
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The noise sunk beneath oceans
regardless of my focus
our worlds collide
without my permission
on the evening
of the blue moon
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The old wooden wheel turns
traveling miles and miles.
I appreciate a plate full of
gooey chocolate chip cookies with
nothing on my mind.
Pulling a curl behind my ear,
I look around and smile at a chubby bee
seeking out nectar in the dangling blue bells.
Just ahead, the sky kisses the land.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Specks of dust drift to the ground
settling between the floor boards.
Ancient history in my blood
but too far to startle me.
I drink from a wine glass filled with water
and snap my tongue against the roof
of my mouth.
Outside is brimming with games of tag
and brief moments to breathe only
to chase the next tagger.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
lips against lips
I swallow words
after I let them linger against my tongue
I taste the way they sound
as my brain lights up
and asks for more
Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Golden box filled with a cryptic desserts
The folded paper to decipher
which chocolate is at
the tip of my tongue
Without that paper
I poke and prod each truffle
looking for the perfect one.
And when I find the one that suits me
I tip my head back and bask the heavens
It’s a laborious search for
that one piece
That one that rests at the tip of
your tongue.
Saschia ✨Jayne ✨ Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
Walking through mall,
I didn’t look left I didn’t look right
but then there were ships.
Oh the ships.
They weren’t just any ships,
they were the ones for freedom fighting rebels;
the good pirates they’d say.
Even though I really wanted it,
I told myself
I’ll get it next time.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
the sun rose and set
while I lost myself in worlds
not so distant from own
Maybe someday I’ll be there
making footprints in the sand
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
I dipped my hands in soapy water
and sunk into Venus who
whispered all the things
I’d love to hear:
In the middle of it all,
in the dark when I feel alone,
and in the light when I feel lighter than air.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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