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Deep Dive

The waves foam and fizzle Gulping seagulls Gulping Mortals Flying seagulls Drowning mortals To the Sea bottom they go Sea sponges and treasures Hidden by overgrown seaweed What is this place where I crackle and my skin bubbles -Saschia Johnson

My Fairy

There’s a fairy who guards my heart speaks to me through the quill She sees what my heart wants And can sometimes take over This space doesn’t fit the both of us She wants things I’d never And I she’d never You can imagine the struggle we have Sharing this vessel Her smile is slyContinue reading “My Fairy”

Enough

How dare you dangle flesh and blood from the edge of your thumb, like she’s some sort of hangnail you’re dying to get rid of. Like she’s some sort of inconvenience. You can pull the wool over her eyes but I see your wicked ways. The secrets you’ve tucked behind your eyelids. Those ones that hauntContinue reading “Enough”

Intellect

The words to save me are trapped inside my lungs. Yes, I have them, but my lack of intellect has shoved them into place. It’s not the intellect itself that I lack it’s the motivation to use it. Words words words they’re art. They’ve got meaning even without intellect. See. Who needs to think. -SaschiaContinue reading “Intellect”

The Fall

Did you ever believe? If you never have then you’re not a credible source. I need someone on both sides of the coin. -Saschia Johnson

Blind

I can get angry and sad but generally I’m a happy girl Always smiling, always laughing creative eye always searching I tend to be too positive The bad in humans evades my view So when I see it, it becomes my art Because not all people are good I know that, I just can’t seeContinue reading “Blind”

Critic Blurb

My critical voice has a one liner I have yet to combat. It usually goes something like, I guess I’m just not cut out for this. It’s comes in many different ways. That’s my excuse, my weak spot. Those are the words my inner child says hears right before a melt down or, in writersContinue reading “Critic Blurb”

From: Your Muse

I’d show up if you wrote more for me I’d lay it all out for you if you took five minutes out of your day to write me something pretty There is nothing else expected but your words flowing in their own natural beauty and your thoughts the root of it all. Sprinkle them withContinue reading “From: Your Muse”

Approval

Is this good Do you like it But do you really like it Idk how you could, it’s terrible -Saschia Johnson

Sleepy from nothing

Sleepy from nothing. Just sleepy. Maybe from thinking. Or maybe I ate the wrong thing but I’m too sleepy to care enough to figure it out. My brain is foggy and my eyelids are heavy. The future is weighing me down but the past doesn’t bite too bad anymore. I could have just adjusted toContinue reading “Sleepy from nothing”