You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
You are…
Tag: art
You Are
Dreamers
Don’t let them get you down
I know you probably supported them
and their dreams so much so that you lost yourself
And now that you’re reaching for the stars
it seems they are intentionally avoiding your endeavors
That the support you provided isn’t reciprocated
That’s ok cuz this is your fucking dream
Dream bigger since it’s just you
dream louder and longer
and don’t stop until you have everything you’ve ever wanted
just because they don’t have the courage to support you while you’re learning
doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough
keep going keep digging
Wrinkled
I’ve stopped using dressers
My clothes are shoved into a trunk
I wear them wrinkled and uncoordinated
But I did my hair and painted my nails
that must balance it out in some way
-Saschia Johnson
Lilies
While the shaded lilies stand rigid
I under the sun thaw
Swaying with the wind
We rooted in the same soil
Drinking in the same nutrients
Me pounded by friction
Withered wilted until again I bloom
-Saschia Johnson
#30 Colorful Walls
I feel so spun up these words taste like wallpaper
The blank walls have turned colorful and talkative
they chatter and I chatter back
-Saschia Johnson
Matters Of Love
The gates of my garden are left open to wanderers
They say I’m too friendly and I shouldn’t be so trusting
and that matters of love are a waste of time
But that just isn’t me
The roses have died and bloomed
dried out
been over watered and pruned too early
But come spring they show their rosey pink cheeks
as if none of those things
ever mattered.
-Saschia Johnson
Jam Jars
There was this world
my escape
but the demand for my attention was too great
fantasies nudged me awake all hours
the picturesque garden and nipping faries
and the words
they poisoned my proper shapes
in such a fantastic way
in a way hope was made toxic
And so I tilled but not for long
my pride got the best of me
for the world was much too fertile
and I confused the growth
for the jars of jam I canned through the winter.
-Saschia Johnson
Sad
Some whiskey in a glass
I want to drink it but my belly hurts
There’s world issues
And positive thoughts
Out there
But it just hurts to smile
Secrets or not
Quitting is nipping at my heels
Have a drink with me
Let me forget for moment
This up-hill battle
Only i won’t because
How can i with tears in my eyes.
-Saschia Johnson
not my business
is she black
no she’s
⊕ white
is she loved by any other
than
the one that’s love is pure
?
it holds her down
*it- a woman, not a companion
Because companions required the stuff she didn’t
have to give
she buried them
along with pure love
in a grave
*it held her down
while he pounded
while he finished
only to call the next| |morning and ask
How’d you like it?
She, a business woman
couldn’t say
“me too”
because maybe he
changed maybe she’s
wrong
She changed though
no longer
purely loved no longer
a virgin
Held down by
strength
Held down by- not
a companion
-Saschia Johnson
