The sadness
with its sharp oblong
teeth and low growl
riddled with past lives
I’ve stepped too right
(or too left)
It’s not the echoes that plague me
it’s the awkward digits that haunt me
It’s his bright blues that call me home
and if I don’t watch myself, I’ll
return to the arms that fed me
dark kisses every morning
Oh sadness my loyal friend
and lover
Two souls
chatter
reunite
and rise
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She paces toward the bathroom. Her loafer slippers drag against the floorboards to the beat of the music. The bedroom is cool but the rest of the house is a thousand degrees. “It’s never ok to hurt someone, not physically or any other way.”
Hell wouldn’t have a bedroom to cool off in, she’s lucky. She’s a lucky girl to have such pleasures in this life. The clock on wall ticks but she can’t hear it even when she gets in its face. She feels her chest begin to sweat.
Back to the bedroom.
The house is full of her acceptance. A beautiful house on a U with a ghost-black gate around it. No trespassers. No hate from the outside coming in, just a community of names. Everyone knows names.
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A poem
Posted on An Idea (By Ingenious Piece)
The tides are rising and falling
at the bare chest of a woman
whose eyes are bandaged
She’s got arms and legs like an
octopus that stretch and wrap
and drown those who fail to listen
Not because they can’t hear her
but because they can
and they ignore her
She pulls them deep deep
down into a world, they can only
get out of when they heed to her
calling
To heed is no easy task from below.
The thick waters fog their vision.
They must chew through
their own arm to free themselves.
She stands thick with saliva
from the mouths of those whose
tongues tell tales that defend
complacency.
No flood will ever destroy her,
no flame will ever subdue her,
and no man will ever escape her
wrath.
Saschia Johnson
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A poem (published on Genius in a Bottle)
They told her she’d be healed
Over and Over
We believed.
Oh, we believed
We prayed
We fasted
We drowned ourselves in the mysteries of faith
we turned the lights off at sunrise
knowing it’s the body that falls
not the word
We gathered her broken pieces
into our childish hands
and wrapped them into our
white night gowns
While they turned up their…..
Embrace the Pain
“Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.” -Fight Club
Life is full of pain. I’m not here to sell you sunshine and roses. We are going to suffer.
We’ll face times when our entire body aches from head to toe. It might be hard to breathe. To do the things we’ve always done without much thought.
Then it hits us. We’re falling apart. We wasted so much time worrying about gaining aches and pains that we missed out on opportunities. We missed out on people and places and things.
But here’s the thing, if you’re reading this, it’s not too late gain new opportunities. It’s not too late to be honest. To go back to the things you loved and loved doing.
How?
You embrace the pain.
You sit and feel every ounce of pain and you stare it in the face until you’re too tired to do it any more. Then you wake up and do it again. It’s not going to be easy but just keep going. It’s going to take time but it’s worth it. You’ll get through it, then all those monsters you tucked deep inside you, become your tools. They become your reminders of how far you’ve come and how you’re strong enough to keep going.
The more you show up to face your monsters, the more you can learn to use them as tools for your growth and advancement in life. The more that you use them as tools, the smaller they shrink. Eventually the fear of facing them becomes a memory and you have moved on to bigger and better things. The monsters are still there, but now they don’t hold you back from the things you love. Tamed monsters make way for you to love the things you love in a healthy wholesome way.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. Kahlil Gibran
Being able to love those closest to you in a healthy and wholesome makes room for so many other opportunities.
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Quote Cred
Ah here comes the depth
Here comes the midnight walks
In an empty field filled with ghosts
And blood and
Screams from so many past lives
I’ve been here too many times
To care much about the escape
I’ve come this time to dance
With the shadows
-Sasch
The life you desire doesn’t exist with me
It makes me sad I’m not the one for you
I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you
I’ve stepped away from the crowd
I spend nights on the outskirts of town
Contemplating the darkness within me
I’ve nothing to give but words on words
The only guarantee here is that the end is always near
The only promise I can give is that I will continue searching til my lids close and no longer open
Even then I hope the search continues
I’m not the one for you
I wasn’t placed on this planet for you
My place is separate and set apart from the rest
But I do hope to be wrapped up in you from time to time to ease the pains of constant shedding
But sometimes
I’m shedding you
-Saschia
The art flows free when I’m with Ares
We tripped over the skulls of our enemies
Sat on the piles of their riches stacked to the sky
And I know, I don’t need Ares, or revenge, or riches to make art
And I know he takes away my focus.
Aphrodite is
a healthier option
The wiser choice
But Aries was the adventure I had missed
The only kind that crawls right under my thick skin
He made me dance
Inside and out
He shut me down and lit me up
He’s not safe
not in the slightest
Our dark minds wielded blood splatter
And chaos
The only way I could justify us was art
We were so art
You should have seen us
-Saschia
Linens hang from me
I stand to rebuild and restore what was lost
The stench of death will stalk me
These pains will ache and swell and ooze
And after the burial has ended
I will emerge
naked, broken, and old
one with the soil stuck to my palms
Maybe
I will master the art of tea,
souffles, and silence
I will go on
♡Saschia
