My Husbands first post!
Wet books
Wet Books
That smell of wet books and Chanel no 5
is no invitation
There are no arms open
stiff I freeze
Under my soles is the threshold
A cold door knob damp in my palm
Dead echoes haunt from behind
“Vanity!” they scream
A million hands reaching to save me from their sins
fingers grasping at my clothing
If only they would just listen
“hear me out!”
It’s no use their minds are with moons and times
sloshed together creating the great divide
“I’ll have no part!” I yell
stepping in
door closed behind
I’ll have no part that whisper left my mouth
slipping to the ground
I’ll have no part.
-Saschia Johnson
Pushing
Some days
I’m just pushing
through one more day.
Just adding one more piece
to the pile of experience.
Every piece counts.
Keep compiling.
Yet, I can’t help but feel
a twinge of guilt
from my minimal effort.
-Saschia Johnson
Book Sniffer
Today I bought used books and sniffed each one before purchase.
It’s silly I know but if they are moldy its makes my nose itch.
And then I won’t read them.
I’d rather pass up a moldy book than have a book that’s never read.
-Saschia Johnson
Let me love you deeply
beautiful words
I want to bare you,
I need to enter you,
Probe your being
Infecting your feelings,
Infest your heart
Feel how it beats,
Flow around
Your bloodstream,
Coalesce with your essence,
Travel your chakra’s
From crown to root
I will touch you,
In ways unknown
Heart aches
Mind blown
Love lorn
To the bone
Me and you alone
The two of us
In solitude
You loving me
Me loving you.
Tumblr
I have a Tumblr account and I really like the the way it looks. I really like the Tumblr platform I just can’t really get into the community. So if anyone is on there looking for some connections I’d love to connect. 🙂
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Skin Show
I.
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?
I cry and point and stammer on revealing my weakness
Telling them I can only be human and nothing more
Not a god, not a demon, but the pattern of survival
And the louder I plead the looser the skin
til it falls to the floor
Just like that one in the corner
then a sliver of light shines between the curtain
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
Everybody must sing!
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
And join me.
-Saschia Johnson
CampWrimo
I have decided to try out CampNanoWrimo. I lowered my word count to 10,000 words and I’m thinking that was a fabulous idea since I’m kinda lost where I am with editing my poems, screenplay, and whatever else I finally finished over the last year. Editing is no joke. I see now why they call it divine. Feels like it’s going to take a miracle to get through it all. Right now I’m just hanging around trying to figure out what I’m doing. So please bare with me on my erratic posting. Alas, I’ve joined a writing group at the public library which will hold me accountable so don’t worry. I’m going to figure this all out!
Doors 4/6/2018
Glowworms
Glow Worms!!
Photo by Shaun Jeffers
From Atlas Obscura
Thousands of glowworms hang peacefully in this cave in Waitomo, New Zealand, forming a magnificent bioluminescent cosmos. Today, many of the tour guides that offer trips into the caves are the descendants of Maori Chief Tane Tinorau, one of the men who first discovered the cave back in 1887. Read more about the caves here:https://trib.al/uFdypwT
I know, I know…incredible, eh? I’m always amazed at what can be found inside the strangest places. Not that the places themselves are strange. Certainly caves are not. But. Finding something so unanticipated and stunning inside the ordinary smashes the senses into a shock-like awe. I can only begin to imagine what this would be like in person.
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