It’s a calico and stalks our yard with spiritual confidence Sometimes I lift the curtain to get a better view It freezes we eye each other And it’s quite entertaining Especially when I should be writing When it tires of our connection It disappears behind the bush that divides us. Tomorrow we may do the sameContinue reading “The Neighbors Cat”
Category Archives: Poetry
Love notes
Love notes Encourage me To keep going Send more please.
Fishing
Mid sleep checklist incomplete Dreaming of writing this While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket I’m with my old boss looking for the next word It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving they’ll appear Slowly we place these words one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “Fishing”
Shipwrecked
While I sleep, the sea creeps into my bed I get sea sick and toss and turn begging for land And hot water with lemon I grasp my sheets, my clothes, the bed but the water has no sympathy Finally, with no hope left I reach for hin and shipwreck on an island somewhere… -SaschiaContinue reading “Shipwrecked”
Skin Show pt 3
III sometimes Once in a blue moon a shed human like me steps behind the scenes With their skin in hand crying begging pleading to be loved And the whole time I was begging and pleading with tears in my eyes Hoping that just one other miserable misfit would shed, step behind the scenes AndContinue reading “Skin Show pt 3”
Skin Show pt 2
II. Behind the scenes, behind the curtain I reach out a hand stitched together with puppets of skin. They roar and laugh and join in in song. What a masterpiece! Pure Genius Continue reading “Skin Show pt 2”
Skin Show
pt1 I see the crevices where my mind has changed route Where the blood has stopped flowing and changed direction To kill off the illusion of rage and hypocrisy There’s a skin shed in the corner of the room no one speaks of it but me Who’s skin is that? Who was left so empty?Continue reading “Skin Show”
Becoming
If one day I could be translucent that wouldn’t change a thing. If one day I gained all the knowledge the entire world possessed it wouldn’t change a thing. If I work to grow everyday I will have changed everything I have in my power to change. I will have changed a thing. -Saschia JohnsonContinue reading “Becoming”
Snapshots
These pieces These snapshots I hope to glimpse on my deathbed His laugh and that face he makes when he’s guilty Her creative remarks And not wanting to be normal Mom’s love poured like the great flood Memories like raindrops Collected in my poetry -Saschia Johnson
Daily Grind
Someday’s I’m just pushing through one more day of work. Just adding one more piece to the pile of experience. It feels like it’s never enough. -Saschia Johnson I’m sure I’ll thank myself later.
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