The times I wish for are the times my family is at their best. That they are full of peace and love. That fear and doubt are far from their door. And that they are prepared for the worst times as well as the best.
Tag: love
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous
the drive to replace the mask of positivity
and the plague of territorial jealousy
like a jack in the box I never wound
but I love when it rains
and I love when you show your true face
the rugged one
the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit
insisting it be swiped with deodorant
the stink you wish only to release on your death bed
that is the one I wish to see
that is where love lies
-Saschia Johnson
Here, I Am Here
My reality is a dream
I sit in it everyday
I wake up to it and fall asleep to it
I ran from it
and now I grasp it as tight as I can
I don’t want to let it go
I don’t want to be anywhere else
Here with my loves
Among their blooms
Among their thorns
Is where I wish to be
-Saschia
Snuggles
I just wanna snuggle. I wanna wrap my arms around him or make him rub my belly. I just need him close cuz I missed him lots today.
Stitched Together
From time to time I think of you
From minute to minute you cross my mind
From hour to hour I’m lost in our fantasies
If I stopped I might lose you
So I leave myself little reminders
Moons and doors
and stars as big as your eyes
The truth is I don’t need reminders
But they bring me closer to you
-Sasch
Two Baby Girls
She dances while I sleep
And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix
She’s a part of me
One with me
Her sister is my closest friend and family.
She lights up my life with her smile
and makes me feel at home with her presence
Two baby girls to hug and love
to sing and dance with on the kitchen floor
I’m so proud
I’m so proud
-Saschia
Echoes
The moon crosses the sky
Have I forgot something
Is the laundry done
The spirits circle my car
Echoes of
tummy growls
Did I eat
Take my hand love me raw
Wrap your arms around my vibrations
Do I have to ask
-Saschia
A Writer’s Wish
Numb to it all
My world slipt away
Was it mine
This foreign body
of water deserted
and dripping of new substance
Maybe divined maybe cursed
Cure me of my ailments
Feed me your wine but allow me
a foot on the ground
A toe?
A finger?
-Saschia
You are…
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
Matters Of Love
The gates of my garden are left open to wanderers
They say I’m too friendly and I shouldn’t be so trusting
and that matters of love are a waste of time
But that just isn’t me
The roses have died and bloomed
dried out
been over watered and pruned too early
But come spring they show their rosey pink cheeks
as if none of those things
ever mattered.
-Saschia Johnson
