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✨A Poem✨

I gifted two flies a leftover cob

and covered all the food with

paper plates.

The family played the way they each do

and I got a front row seat

to it all.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

The moon hits the top of the night’s sky

and slowly I rise

With the world at my back

and the pen in my hand

I rise

I taste the words of God with my tongue

and lick the honey from his pages

Is it God you’re looking for

or the splintered planks of survival?

Me at its surface

you at its depths

it’s a strange thing you and me

the way we swim the way we

come alive

when the moon hits the top of the night’s sky.

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

Fans 🪭

(about 6 of them) 🪭

blow cool air from room 🪭

to room 🪭

my thoughts need a fan 🪭

to blow ideas from crevice to crevice 🪭

it’s artform to keep them coming 🪭

a commitment that’s not so celebrated. 🪭

A dark room with papers and 🪭

penciled notes 🪭

odd sketches that only Jung could explain. 🪭

Jagged stars and squiggly hearts appear here and there 🪭

but inside that skull 🪭

thought s dance and wiggle 🪭

some connect 🪭

some get away 🪭

That’s why our brains need fans 🪭

to keep those thoughts 🪭

flowin

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

I wish I could say there’s no quit in me 🖤

but there’s a real strong quitter in me. 🖤

you see, I learned very quickly that it all works out;🖤

even when there’s a few bumps in the road. 🖤

And so knowing what to fight for isn’t so hard these days. 🖤

If I really want it, that’s the only option isn’t it. 🖤

To fight for your dreams 🖤

your freedom and 🖤

someone outside yourself that 🖤

lights up just because you smiled. 🖤

When you see me doing what I love 🖤

with the people I love, 🖤

please know it was never a question 🖤

of whether they were worth 🖤

fighting for.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

The words of God 🦞

written on the walls of 🦞

ships beneath the ocean’s 🦞

foaming white crests. 🦞

The peace at sea is 🦞

the movement of the breeze 🦞

and the way the water rocks and sways.🦞

Something about an old boa 🦞

that just puts me at ease.🦞

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨

Hair full of salt 🦞

and a mind filled with dreams. 🦞

Writers did that to me. 🦞

The sea rushed from between their lips 🦞

and filled my mind 🦞

with all the possibilities 🦞

I didn’t know were there. 🦞

Saschia 💫Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨

A bunch of breaths

A locked journal

and a lost key

Who knows?

Does it matter who knows?

Kiss the air

Let it go

Take the ride of a lifetime

whether you’re together

or alone

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨

Through the looking glass

there’s art staring back.

Through the forest

there’s music.

We are gifted with possibility

and at the same time

we’re gifted fear.

Which one wins you over?

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson