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🖤A Poem🖤
Inside the mind of a poet
you’ll find ticket stubs to
dreams lived and dreams lost
scattered stories that make no sense at all
dialogue etched into streams of thought
love, probably more than most
and visions of a world we’ve yet to live
I think there’s more and to
tell it all would be
epic
What’s inside your mind?
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Breathing through a straw
chin tilted toward
warped sunrays
the sound if life
whooshed past
in a moment
but
in the twinkle of an eye
a new life is born
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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✨A Poem ✨
The black curtain
draped over parts of me
that run in the background.
Sometimes the winds blow
and it covers me entirely
wiggling fingers reach toward
all the little things that bring me joy,
most likely,
it’s you.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A poem✨
Two kissing fish
flowing through the celestial stream
a golden glow
just so you know,
we’ll always be here with you.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
There’s an art to this
to be alive
to kiss the stars with
my feet planted side by side.
Don’t ask what I sacrificed
I’d not suggest it.
But there’s an art to this
thing called living.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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The clock on the wall and its incessant ticking
Dust drifting from the ceiling
It isn’t always so loud
some days the fan spins and
the breeze blows into the blue curtains
It’s not always so loud
but it is always ticking
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A poem ✨
A million cliffs and
leaps into the monster’s mouth
sandwiches
under the sun
Some people don’t make it
back for sandwiches
but we’ll still be there
I don’t know if we’re supposed to be
at the edge of a cliff
making leaps
but that’s where we meet
by the sea.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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✨A poem ✨
The wooden floor collects
the dust of those before me
in the cracks where
the past lives thrive
and a broom can’t reach
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A poem✨
The “universe” a word that
perks the ears of those who believe
and those who don’t. From
the tiniest cell to the thoughts in
my mind of you
What does the word do to you?
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
A poem
Hands held in the darkness
Held in the light
Words whispered
inside our heads
bounce off the sun
and into the heart of God
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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