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💫A Poem💫 Sticky skin 🎵 soaked in fine perfumes 🎵 and shirts stuck with 🎵 wide eyed Oriental beetles 🎵 The night isn’t quite right until 🎵 the misfit musician strums the day away 🎵 while I tip tap a spoon on 🎵 my Crème Brûlée. 🎵 -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

💫A Poem💫 The steps move towards me in a way that if I turned around and stepped in rhythm, I wouldn’t move forward even an inch. The walls don’t close in, but they stick to you the way sex does even when you wash up afterwards. My only escapes are baptism and this forsaken craft.Continue reading “Down Escalator”

💫A Poem💫 Your words, 👄 they can rage the ancient seas 👄 or sink to the depths of a soul. 👄 Let them find you 👄 in the candle light 👄 with a thirst that can only be quenched 👄 by what you hold 👄 like dogs seeking refuge. 👄 That divine voice 👄 aContinue reading “Oh, How Powerful are Your Words”

💫A Poem💫 One petal 🌹 on a bush full of blooms 🌹 unfolds at its own time. 🌹 -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨ A finger drag 👆🏽 down the isle of books. 📔 Some people like slime. I like the smell of books and 📔 the thump between each one 📔 The way the plastic crinkles. 📔 The way my fingers slides across some without a sound. 📔 What gets me going the most, 📔 isContinue reading “Library ASMR”

✨A Poem✨ The push and pull the hush A will to live comfortably in these walls The constant change and predictability A few tears maybe more A life led with hope a sleep slept with peace Is this what it means to have lived? Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨ I gifted two flies a leftover cob and covered all the food with paper plates. The family played the way they each do and I got a front row seat to it all. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨ The moon hits the top of the night’s sky and slowly I rise With the world at my back and the pen in my hand I rise I taste the words of God with my tongue and lick the honey from his pages Is it God you’re looking for or the splintered planksContinue reading “Sea People”

✨A Poem✨ Fans 🪭 (about 6 of them) 🪭 blow cool air from room 🪭 to room 🪭 my thoughts need a fan 🪭 to blow ideas from crevice to crevice 🪭 it’s artform to keep them coming 🪭 a commitment that’s not so celebrated. 🪭 A dark room with papers and 🪭 penciled notesContinue reading “Brain Fans”

✨A Poem✨ I wish I could say there’s no quit in me 🖤 but there’s a real strong quitter in me. 🖤 you see, I learned very quickly that it all works out;🖤 even when there’s a few bumps in the road. 🖤 And so knowing what to fight for isn’t so hard these days.Continue reading “Worth It”