A place where you can be human.
✨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
✨A Poem✨
Bare bones clatter against the sidewalk
a few cards from the deck
left as bread crumbs
that lead deeper
into the maze
Who knew this was the way
out?
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Beneath her fingertips
she held the greatest gift ever given.
Her core illuminated with joy and she had
enough energy to see the world
come alive one more time.
She’s not looking for anyone to save her
but connection feels nice.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
Inside the human maze
are locked doors and
doors left wide open with
a million different versions of you
that have not yet tasted the sun
They shift and move and play peek a boo
grow and shrink
and turn you sideways
and right side up.
You and only you
hold all the keys to
all those doors.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
This heart beats bare against
the wood floor
letting my insides guide me
through the garden
and connects me to something
I can’t name
There’s no answers here
The only reflection is you
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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