The twigs snap and the leaves crackle beneath me This is where I recharge and reboot I don’t always wish to be there but it’s where I end up Beneath the breathing branches and budding leaves -Saschia Johnson Don’t stop here keep reading… Returning
Category Archives: Poetry
Moraldom
Moraldom Wrap me in white and send me along, away to a place where there’s no rules Rock me steady on a hollow log listen for my beats, while I drift along Gift me your love while in white I dream but what I want is to be alone, I suppose watch as everything escapesContinue reading “Moraldom”
Returning
Sometimes I write to escape myself sometimes I write to find myself other times I write just because I have to no matter what I’m always returning -Saschia Inspired by Freud’s Master Plot by Peter Brooks More poetry? The Third Trimester
The Third Trimester
nestled in snug as a pug who’s unwilling to move and uninterested in rewriting the day Just fruit smoothies with spinach will do I don’t wish to handle much else right now -Saschia puzzle me this…
puzzle
here are the parts some broken some whole and worthwhile others timeless but when hung together it becomes a symphony a novel a coming to that can be revealed in no other way -Saschia Another poem? Step
Moments of Desire
Why do I have to want it so bad it scares me to try I wish I could calmly face my desires no matter how large They say shoot for the moon but I tend to shoot for the sky I’m definitely a toe dipper -Saschia Step
Step
Step one foot at a time hope for joy accept but don’t settle look both ways but don’t get stuck waiting for a green light
Under Construction
There’s construction on the bridge makes me not want to cross it even though the construction is being done underneath it just slows things down There must be another way -Saschia Where
Where
Days grow Nights shrink as I adjust my legs There is a place here for me Awake not in some dreamy state Grounded not drifting -Saschia
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous the drive to replace the mask of positivity and the plague of territorial jealousy like a jack in the box I never wound but I love when it rains and I love when you show your true face the rugged one the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit insisting itContinue reading “Elsewhere”
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