✨A Poem✨ Dipped my tongue in salt water to preserve myself for a day of mothering. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
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3am Club
Lift the scissors ✂️ snip the string ✂️ place a layer of salt ✂️ on the rim ✂️ This is immortal ✂️ everlasting ✂️ and there’s a million ways to break free ✂️ See what you see ✂️ feel what you feel ✂️ and drift somewhere ✂️ between awake and asleep. ✂️ -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Interrupted
💫A Poem💫 Forgotten words haunt me in silence through the night. Discarded connections with my inner artist interrupt the sacred flow that binds us. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
The Reality of Things
✨A Poem✨ Count me in 🫱🏾🫲🏾 for the real raw conversations. 🫱🏾🫲🏾 Count me in for the deep connections 🫱🏾🫲🏾 that take us just a tad deeper than yesterday. 🫱🏾🫲🏾 Take my hand and dive deep into the sea of 🫱🏾🫲🏾 consciousness with me. 🫱🏾🫲🏾 I’ll be there 🫱🏾🫲🏾 the best way I know howContinue reading “The Reality of Things”
Oriental Beetles
💫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
Down Escalator
💫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”
Oh, How Powerful are Your Words
💫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”
Slowly, Gently, Unfolding
💫A Poem💫 One petal 🌹 on a bush full of blooms 🌹 unfolds at its own time. 🌹 -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Library ASMR
✨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 Life Lived
✨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
