I’m choosing you Your health your smile Your hand I’m going to take you places planes, bars with all the fresh vegetables you can eat, and kombucha on tap served by souls who just wanna make you smile the way I do I’m choosing you. If this life is the life you love with allContinue reading “I Choose You”
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Cycles
The snow will returnBut for now,the sun is shining. Saschia Johnson
Steadfast
I want to be here I want to be here till the sea dries up and the heavens brush your lips To be by your side to be in your mind and in between your sheets can we do this forever? can we never quit on each other? Saschia Johnson
Flicker
The curtains blow in the breeze deep sea blue with white corals sewn into the bottom the breeze let’s the light in the air spins and whirls around like a merry-go-round There’s no leaves to kick up only dust specs of dust flicker in the sun she smiles at natures dance she smiles at meContinue reading “Flicker”
Adventure
Give the world oysters filled with pearlsand they’ll go to wasteGive the world adventure and their search for pearls willnever end. Saschia Johnson Check me out on Medium.com
Churned
Churned soil jumps and dances If you were to ask me, jumping and dancing is wonderful when it’s humans doing it but when the soiljumps and dances that means something bigger than us is happening. Saschia Johnson
Mom Duty 😴
Singing birds singing souls Twitchy eyes and wiggly toes I think I see it, a comfy bed Where I can rest and lay my head. Saschia Johnson
Sandals
Queen Shit The red sea dividesthe waves crash and hold their placeshe walks betweenunscatheduntouched and welcomedinto new lands as she breaks freefrom the pastthat clung to herlike wet clothes on a hot summer daynow she’s gotsand between her toes andshe doesn’t even need her sandals Saschia Johnson originally posted on Jaynepress.medium.com
Go Out and Give it Away
You know that thing you’re clinging on to too tight, it’s time to give it away. The tighter you squeezethe less it can breathe Give it away. Stop holding it secretor hostage or in the dark cornerof your closet Give it away. It wasn’t meant to besaved for only you andthe few you choose GiveContinue reading “Go Out and Give it Away”
The Wind Collector
What does it mean to be a whole person? He toils awayhis days tossed like the dirty laundrythat’s left next to the hamper.Not an ounce of passionpulses through his tired veins.His insides sink below the earthwhile his muscle memory does the work Am I of any use here? he shouts to the heavens.The wind places itselfContinue reading “The Wind Collector”
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