Poetry – Page 54 – Jayne.press

Blind

I can get angry and sad but generally I’m a happy girl Always smiling, always laughing creative eye always searching I tend to be too positive The bad in humans evades my view So when I see it, it becomes my art Because not all people are good I know that, I just can’t seeContinue reading “Blind”

Wonderlust

You and me on a boat drifting between heaven and earth. Funny faces and parental nicknames like nappy and blankie. We’re rugged from it all. Tired and oddly inappropriate. But together we’re something else entirely. We’re mountains or islands we’re something larger something worth exploring. Yes, we are new and uncharted territory. WildContinue reading “Wonderlust”

From: Your Muse

I’d show up if you wrote more for me I’d lay it all out for you if you took five minutes out of your day to write me something pretty There is nothing else expected but your words flowing in their own natural beauty and your thoughts the root of it all. Sprinkle them withContinue reading “From: Your Muse”

Approval

Is this good Do you like it But do you really like it Idk how you could, it’s terrible -Saschia Johnson

Retractions

Here I sit with not one fake mother fucker in my face. I’ll humbly admit that there are some days I shift. I’ll suggest something I don’t agree with and when I become conscious of my falseness, I retract it as quickly as I can. It’s just much easier to be elsewhere in my mindContinue reading “Retractions”

The Neighbors Cat

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”

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”