I think I might take a nap let the waters lift my burdens on my descent I’ll rest my eyes and let silence wash over me hugged by darkness til I’m roused by the light -Saschia He’s A Writer
Category Archives: Poetry
He’s A Writer
We have a writer in our midst He’s wild, and uncouth and scares the others away with his insane laughter and honest mouth but the truth is I want to hear everything he has to say -Saschia Your story needs to be heard Check out my last post at Jayne.Press
Coming Back To Life
The bare trees will begin to bud again the flowers will crack through the soil and bloom and amaze us with their colors We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun and our thoughts will be on simple things like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches or beach days scented of sea saltContinue reading “Coming Back To Life”
My Light
You are worth more than a thousand words you’re worth the search that never ends As long as you are the light at the end of my tunnel I’ll always have something to strive for -Saschia Johnson on my back
on my back
the pain is relieved from my hips and my pelvis between tiny contractions is heavenly rest pillows prop me and I dose off thinking of what it will all be like when she’s here -Saschia Johnson Unfocused
Unfocused
There’s a breeze and a howl there’s a dance I’ve missed one I’ve longed for and one I remember stomach pains and a kick in the rib my mind squanders and so I do too I’m here then I’m not I’m connected then drifting oh the fires of life burn so strongly in my soulContinue reading “Unfocused”
My Wishes
The times I wish for are the times my family is at their best. That they are full of peace and love. That fear and doubt are far from their door. And that they are prepared for the worst times as well as the best.
goodnight
This is a poem about nothing I’m just writing this to sleep better and maybe wake up better There’s a million things to write about but I’m not choosing any one of them because the only purpose for this poem is a good nights sleep -Saschia
It’s All History
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
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”
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