Numb to it all My world slipt away Was it mine This foreign body of water deserted and dripping of new substance Maybe divined maybe cursed Cure me of my ailments Feed me your wine but allow me a foot on the ground A toe? A finger? -Saschia
Category Archives: Poetry
It’s all here
Listen to the wind and the piano key floorboards and the breaths of the sleeping Some are caught and the missed ones as silent as the answer It’s all here in the room with me -Saschia Johnson
Human
Going human was my best decision Letting me be something full of both Flaws and beauty Striving for better Still acknowledging my best efforts Growing growing From a tree to ash drifting far and wide Jayne.Press
Water Wall
He placed a hand, palm down and divided the red sea I walked across the damp sands eyeing sky scrapers of water on either side of me I thought the middle of the sea would smell salty but it smelled of baby powder and Green Tea singing melodies of childhood of hide and seek andContinue reading “Water Wall”
Symbols
She asks for symbols while doodling stars and hearts in blue ink across the top of a blank page Maybe I don’t get it, Professor Maybe I never will She’s on to circles and squares then sees images of old Egyptian pillars And creates her own hieroglyphs with no meaning (to her) “To evokeContinue reading “Symbols”
Circles -A Collaboration
The world in all its glory still vacant The abyss below echoes back words I’d like to decipher [will it ever be enough] Some days the echoes are all that matter and even though he’s my world these echoes are sticky like a magnetic night sky without a cloud for miles Where the comets andContinue reading “Circles -A Collaboration”
Stand alone
I go to the library for free WiFi and the wide variety of book options I go to feel part of the community but today the wifi wasn’t working and I’m in the middle of a book I left home made me want to get up and leave I guess being part of the communityContinue reading “Stand alone”
Crumbs Dishes
I’m in search of symbols I search the worst places first starting with Social media the dusty ones Those few I should’ve deleted a while back I clean the house Because they could be mixed in with the dishes Or with the crumbs on the carpet And when that’s through I sit and think AndContinue reading “Crumbs Dishes”
Somebody’s Name
Long square round faces Big eyes squinting ones dark ones with mysterious secrets Perky lips plump and pouty Big and juicy A world full of descriptions but what I really want to know is their names and where they’ve been and what they named their favorite freckle when they were ten but most of all howContinue reading “Somebody’s Name”
You are…
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
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