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The Third Trimester

nestled in snug as a pug who’s unwilling to move and uninterested in rewriting the day Just fruit smoothies with spinach will do I don’t wish to handle much else right now -Saschia puzzle me this…

Step

Step one foot at a time hope for joy accept but don’t settle look both ways but don’t get stuck waiting for a green light

Under Construction

There’s construction on the bridge makes me not want to cross it even though the construction is being done underneath it just slows things down There must be another way -Saschia Where

Where

Days grow Nights shrink as I adjust my legs There is a place here for me Awake not in some dreamy state Grounded not drifting -Saschia

Rainy Days

rain drums the roof of my car inside dry warm satisfied and full of stars and fables full of life no crisis no resolutions just existence -Saschia Artists

I pace back and forth like a caged animal waiting for a stray hand and an unsuspecting little one Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention and I can slip them between the bars Some eye me down and to show them who’s boss I lick my lips and then theirs and then my ownContinue reading “Caged from Words”

the unwritten character

Grinning she fills her hands with cupcakes and her pockets with candies. There’s no bringing her down. Her head is in the clouds full of happy dreams fed to her from a tv screen. She’s one positive guru with her bad feelings black and charred secretly tucked in the base of her Medulla. Her secretsContinue reading “the unwritten character”

Project Deconstruct

Just give me a world where I can wear binoculars and collect grains of meaning I will hunt for the center til it spins into the abyss I will search near and far with hopes that it will all lead to the place where the sea finally meets the sky -Saschia Johnson

The Time Is Now

I’m waiting for that time to come For the perfect moment For a time to breath, to think But the best time is now I should get more focused now Because later might not come So I need to mix my clay, gather my bricks, and start stacking bit by bit -Saschia

Little purple person

Who are you when you’re not looking, when that sweat is dripping from your brow When your feet are up on the couch. Can you define yourself? Not your hobbies or your top responsibilities, but who you are, those spaces, between your out-right maddening choices? “I’m a little purple person,” it whispered in my ear. “IContinue reading “Little purple person”