You are accepted the way you are
I’ve prayed and hoped for a different you
For so many years
Now, I have reached a place where
You are who you are
And that gave me more room for love
-Saschia
Tag: art
Will Write For Tomorrow
Light in the distance
A globe or maybe an orb
It flits around the corners of my heart
Dashes against the edges of my mind
I look and touch and smell
What it may be like
I want things a way
Smooth oiled machines
But life isn’t so oiled
It’s jagged and rough
There are times when moments
Connect seamlessly and those I pocket
And dissect later
But mostly it takes work
and prayer
and sweat
-Saschia
The Miniature
The statue was miniature
A nude miniature
Nude because it’s art
Even though the miniature looked quite real
He indeed was not
Airy
A soft glow of light just outside my window hums a tune that takes me away for a moment. Under my down comforter I sip from a glass that doesn’t quench and air out all my thoughts that lack depth
-Saschia
Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied
where man is winged and birds speak
this is where I write from
and also from my heart
even when it seems meaningless
it is something
it is a piece of me
and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself
because for some reason I think I’ll need them
-Saschia
….More at Jayne.Press Writing Like A Writer
Writing Like A Writer
We all do this writing thing different
That doesn’t matter
It’s not about how or when you write
it’s about doing it
it’s about continuing to do it
even when doing it no longer makes sense
There’s a silent commitment
between you and the words
and an image of you writing
alone
And that’s it
-Saschia
Makers Of Dreams
how bad do you want it
does it drag you outta bed at one am
do you do it even when you know it’s not perfect
and if you don’t
do the demons of regret torture you until you do
would you sacrifice empty dreams to see a childhood one come true
The truth is I’d be ok drifting back into nothing
but this dream it’s got a hold of me
and it’s going to drag me outta bed at one am
and make a fool of me
it will prod me until words bleed from my fingers
because it won’t let me die living on empty dreams
-Saschia
Spring Painting
Stone steps in the dirt
A field of wildflowers
Dew drops
And a cottage filled with love
-Saschia
Proactive
Respect her sacred spaces
her secret garden,
her desk,
her solitude,
her thoughts
let it be hers and hers alone
and when you do this you will see
a change in climate
-Saschia
But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History
Moraldom
Moraldom
Wrap me in white and send me along,
away to a place where there’s no rules
Rock me steady on a hollow log
listen for my beats, while I drift along
Gift me your love while in white I dream
but what I want is to be alone, I suppose
watch as everything escapes from your scheme
but please oh please let my lover of prose
Sing until I’m a blooming rose.
-Saschia Johnson
