The fair has been packed away
The pony rides and balloon walls
Out of site
Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air
And ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers
Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
She loves the sunsets
Something she told me today
The colors she mentioned
Were red white and blue
I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle
She mentioned ice cream
Which makes perfect sense
Then we turned the corner
And she said just one more time
“I think sunsets are beautiful”
This is one of many reasons why
I love her.
-Saschia
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Light in the distance
A globe or maybe an orb
It flits around the corners of my heart
Dashes against the edges of my mind
I look and touch and smell
What it may be like
I want things a way
Smooth oiled machines
But life isn’t so oiled
It’s jagged and rough
There are times when moments
Connect seamlessly and those I pocket
And dissect later
But mostly it takes work
and prayer
and sweat
-Saschia
I have retreated
from the battlefield
and left my fears to rot
I have pitched my tent
and opened a flame
-Saschia
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Days go by
time is lost
I’m no longer sure what day it is
can’t get the hands on the clock straight
but it’s ok,
it’s ok that I’ve lost track
I’ll be back on track in no time
I just want to enjoy this timeless space
while I can.
jumping jumping
from thought to thought
they lead
I lead
but none of it feels quite right
-Saschia
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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
the pain is relieved
from my hips and my pelvis
between tiny contractions
is heavenly rest
pillows prop me and
I dose off thinking of what
it will all be like when she’s here
-Saschia Johnson
There’s a breeze and a howl
there’s a dance I’ve missed
one I’ve longed for
and one I remember
stomach pains and a kick in the rib
my mind squanders and so I do too
I’m here then I’m not
I’m connected then drifting
oh the fires of life burn
so strongly in my soul
-Saschia
I feel the madness trickling in
Under the door- through the door
Makes my legs electric and
My heart flighty
Madness waits for no door
To be opened
It stains eyeballs red
As reality quakes out of view
Let it trickle let it trickle
Because there’s no escaping it.
