dark poetry – Jayne.press

Guides

✨A Poem✨ Into the darkness 🕯️ into the light 🕯️ drifting sideways 🕯️ left and right 🕯️ I know what I want 🕯️ but not what’s coming next 🕯️ As long as the darkness and light 🕯️ find their place in my life, 🕯️ they will be my guides. 🕯️ -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

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

Earned

✨A Poem✨ I tried. I dragged myself through it. I put one foot in front of the other and then I stopped because the race was over. The prize was won, only I didn’t want the prize anymore. I knew exactly what I wanted; everything I had before I tried. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

Lazarus

✨A Poem✨ Inside the tomb of a sleeping man was evidence of something none of us had ever seen but we have felt the fire that burns us from the inside and lifts our old bones from the stone ready to breathe a tummy full of air Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

James Joyce Haunts Me

✨A Poem ✨ James Joyce haunts me on the back porch. I pinch myself. He joins my dreams and grasps my hand letting me know I’m not alone in this world I built of words. Could have been someone else, any other writer, any other professor of life, and maybe it was, but I sawContinue reading “James Joyce Haunts Me”

Out?

✨A Poem✨ Bare bones clatter against the sidewalk a few cards from the deck left as bread crumbs that lead deeper into the maze Who knew this was the way out? Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Teeth

✨A Poem ✨ The words to get through aren’t just a few. Darkness an old friend that taught you how to hold your chin. The teeth in your chest draw blood. Weekends in sewing up old wounds. Take a sip, and do it all again. -Saschia Jayne Johnson

Welcome the Good

✨A poem✨ Instead of fighting for it let it come. Inside of every great story is someone who finally gave up and accepted the gifts they’ve been chasing all along. -Saschia Jayne Johnson

I’m Happy

✨A Poem✨ Here comes the sun and the dreams and all the things I’ve ever wanted while I lay here staring at the tips of my fingers thinking about the moon and cosmic flowers and they way they sway with my eyes closed -Saschia Jayne Johnson

Echo

✨A Poem✨ Inside the mind of a man who never forgave himself is a hole deeper than eyes can see and trust can dwell but not too deep for the sound of my voice. Inside the mind of a man who never learned to love himself is a void deeper than the ocean but notContinue reading “Echo”