Down Escalator

💫A Poem💫

The steps move towards me in a way that if I turned around and stepped in rhythm, I wouldn’t move forward

even an inch.

The walls don’t close in, but they stick to you the way sex does

even when you wash up afterwards.

My only escapes are baptism and this forsaken craft.

They’ve kept me afloat all these lonesome years.

My craft includes all the lovers and discord between them. It includes sleepy mornings and strange things to bite into.

Sometimes it’s him.

Other times it’s the behaviors of a self-confined woman whom I have no animosity toward, just a desire to liberate.

And as the day wanes when I lick my lips and they taste of salt, I know it’s time to write because writing

doesn’t make me sweat.

It holds still as the world moves forward.

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

Oh, How Powerful are Your Words

💫A Poem💫

Your words, 👄

they can rage the ancient seas 👄

or sink to the depths of a soul. 👄

Let them find you 👄

in the candle light 👄

with a thirst that can only be quenched 👄

by what you hold 👄

like dogs seeking refuge. 👄

That divine voice 👄

a virtue 👄

if you learned to value your wisdom 👄

the way you value your tongue. 👄

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Featured Image Painting: Caspar David Friedrich 1808–10 Oil-on-canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin

Library ASMR

✨A Poem✨

A finger drag 👆🏽

down the isle of books. 📔

Some people like slime.

I like the smell of books and 📔

the thump between each one 📔

The way the plastic crinkles. 📔

The way my fingers slides across some without a sound. 📔

What gets me going the most, 📔

is that each one holds the seed of a universe 📔

in bloom 📔

It’s like walking through space. 📔

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

Sea People

✨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

Brain Fans

✨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

Worth It

✨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

The Old Sea Captain

✨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