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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 Painting Nature

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 Matters Of Love

#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 My Fairy

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 longContinue reading “Jam Jars”

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 HowContinue reading “Sad”

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 heldContinue reading “not my business”

Painting Nature

Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave Butter knife around the edges to release the magic What shall I paint? To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother have turned pink do they no longer honor her Will they bloom again this spring? Passed the roses are dandelions passed the dandelionsContinue reading “Painting Nature”

Doors 5/10/2018

I kept him sacred

I circled him finding his flaws In every inch of my poetry I don’t touch him because he’s my own sacred shrine untouched by human artists Untouched by the words of man Only to be described in silence by the divine Whether you believe in that type of thing or not he’ll tell you toContinue reading “I kept him sacred”

Love Notes from my Spine

I’m holding you up like a puppet on a string but you have to move your own arms and legs You can do this, I shout from behind I support your rapid decline and slow ascension Rolling down has momentum it’s the act of Sisyphus that brings progress. -Saschia Johnson Featured Image: Sir EdwardContinue reading “Love Notes from my Spine”