A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem✨
Lost in a daze
before the screen.
Words swim through my brain
until a thin woman is seen.
Who is this woman who
keeps appearing in my dreams?
It’s the recurring dreams
that feel so weird
like we’ve met a million times before.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
“One more day,”
she whispers.
“I’ll live the life I dream
when I’m done.”
“One more day,”
she begs.
“I still want to live
the life I dream”
“One more day,”
she says.
“I’m doing exactly what I have
always dreamed.”
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Coffee brewed
hair straight
zoomed from point A
to dreaming of a date
licked the words off his lips
there wasn’t even much to say.
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The sky glitters
before my eyes
while I drive home
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
I’m not always looking for a great story
but always finding one
right in front of me
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Close your eyes
draw some lines
make them
into sense.
Wind down the spiraling staircase to
see what you’ve been missing.
but don’t stay to long
you could get stuck there.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
against the keys
against the darkness
far enough
to see the light
falling forward into something
I never knew I could be
Saschia Jayne Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The sun kisses my dreams
and reminds me
today
is a new day
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
Glass of water
down the hatch
bottle of water
down the hatch
Bowl of soup
sipped slow
Cup of tea
sipped slow
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨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
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