Pure Stone

Raw and Real words from Baffy Basics

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*this is a poem I wrote during high school. Unfortunately, it’s still pretty relatable for me.*

The depression inside won’t leave

Death will not come, so I still breathe.

I am weak; I don’t wish to fight.

On the inside, nothing is right.

Heart is so broken; life is bleak

Don’t know if I’ll make it a week.

It seems every night grows longer.

The pain within me grows stronger.

At night all I can do is cry.

Every day I just live a lie.

I can’t fake anymore smiles.

I cannot run any more miles.

Can’t live another day alone

Wish my heart was made of pure stone.

With no more feelings of distress

And nothing left to confess

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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 mind

and follow suit with my mouth.

Being aware of me at all times

is quite a bit of work.

I assume it is for most day dreamers.

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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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 same thing

I’m not always looking for it

and it’s not always looking for me

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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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 sense

 

Door hinges break without salt so we sprinkle liberally

And we have to crack the window so my mom can hear her alarm

It’s in the next house along with my mom

 

The moon’s out, it’s big and the night sky makes me weak

So I sit on the porch watching it glisten hoping that in some way

it’s speaking to me.

Sleepy from nothing

Sleepy from nothing. Just sleepy. Maybe from thinking. Or maybe I ate the wrong thing but I’m too sleepy to care enough to figure it out. My brain is foggy and my eyelids are heavy. The future is weighing me down but the past doesn’t bite too bad anymore. I could have just adjusted to the bites. But it’s no problem. I ate my veggies and naked chicken. I did eat a White Truffle doughnut. Shame, but I made sure to eat it early. I tried to reach my 10k steps but I’m just so tired. It really weighs down on me. Is this complaining? I think it’s complaining. I’m happy with my life I tell ya. I love it very much. But this sleepiness just won’t shift. Is it depression? Have I not gotten enough sun. Maybe it’s my period. It was probably the doughnut. 

-Saschia Johnson

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