Your Wife III

She pokes and prods

Yells and screams

She wants sex

She wants to feel sexy

And dinner out

And he worked

he worked his ass off

But she wants wants wants

And the kids are hungry

And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table

Chicken and salad…. again

He’s glad he got fast food

But now she’s hurt and mad and sad

And needs attention

But he’s tired and she understands

So she cries in the bedroom with the baby

because she knows she’s too much

She wants to be more

To cook better

To look better with her hair and nails done

She nods off

baby on lap

Daughter in bed

Mom in chair

Dad somewhere she hopes is comfortable enough for him to get rest

So maybe just maybe tomorrow

he’ll finally have the energy to put up with her

Maybe he’ll even bring flowers

-Saschia

Your Wife II

His waves crash

Like an ancient melody

They play my song

They pull me in

I dive and dive

Only to be denied

I sit I cry

I beg and plead

Open up to me

I’m left drenched with a

Mouth full of sea foam

Drowning in an eerie silence

I’ve become a pirate

Forever in love with circling

His seas

-Saschia

Your Wife

She could climb right in the hot dish water

it’s been days since she’s relaxed in a bath

she soaks her hands just a second longer

a crawler wraps around her leg

brings her joy

brings her frustration

“just five more dishes”

wrinkled hand

wrinkled sanity

the crawler lifts a pant leg

“ugh, I need to shave”

soaked hands finagle the pant leg back down

smells like lavender and lemon

tastes like salt and soap

and feels like waiting for a million tomorrows

-Saschia

 

Greatest Place On Earth

Welcome to the greatest place on earth

where dreams make you come alive

as they twinkle right before your eyes

welcome to the place where anything is possible

the secrets here

rarely spoken out loud

kisses are exchanged

promises are made

and Judas is welcomed

cuz he’s in everyone

but

here’s the catch,

as above so below

Just kidding that’s no catch

Come on! Let’s have fun.

-Saschia Johnson

Butterflies

Butterflies are set free from her mouth,

the way none-sense usually is.

You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks,

a quality others admire most about her.

Thousands of butterflies escaped

and filled the room.

Her mouth hung open.

Not word bounced off the walls,

only thoughts and butterflies.

-Saschia

 

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Escape

I did it again

I thought about sleep more than my writing

If life could be full of sleep and cupcakes oh what a life it would be

Of course in this life my body couldn’t handle it

But maybe somewhere out there people survive on sleep and cupcakes

Maybe they keep a batch next to their bed

And they never get fat

And they aren’t bed ridden

They just like to sleep and every sleep is satisfying

I’d call it “Napsand Cupcakeica”

It’ll be great.

❤ Saschia

Makers Of Dreams

how bad do you want it

does it drag you outta bed at one am

do you do it even when you know it’s not perfect

and if you don’t

do the demons of regret torture you until you do

would you sacrifice empty dreams to see a childhood one come true

The truth is I’d be ok drifting back into nothing

but this dream it’s got a hold of me

and it’s going to drag me outta bed at one am

and make a fool of me

it will prod me until words bleed from my fingers

because it won’t let me die living on empty dreams

-Saschia

 

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