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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”

Critic Blurb

My critical voice has a one liner I have yet to combat. It usually goes something like, I guess I’m just not cut out for this. It’s comes in many different ways. That’s my excuse, my weak spot. Those are the words my inner child says hears right before a melt down or, in writersContinue reading “Critic Blurb”

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”

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 toContinue reading “Sleepy from nothing”

between the carpet and the comforter

By: Michael Morlock curled up on the floor, surrounded by toys, crawling under your daughters blanket just to try and be close to the things you love the most, and it’s still only you, alone, smothering beneath the coloured comforter, neck at a harsh angle, face burning against the coarse carpet, willing and wishing forContinue reading “between the carpet and the comforter”

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”

Smile, you’re beautiful just the way you are.

I am never going to be who you want me to be but I can assure you, that I am and always will strive to be a little more me. -Saschia Johnson

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”