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Ode To David

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I sacrifice the ways of man

and rid the pride

of sacrifice

And I will crawl into the bowels

And rise to the sky

into your hands

and I will lift my voice

in delight in whatever you made

me to be

help me to accept what you have vowed

A life, oh Lord, it is mine

A life, oh Lord, it is mine

not rid of strife

but abundance

I’m alive, a wild sun,

a silent moon

slow to utter vows

I sacrifice the ways of man

and rid the pride

of sacrifice

And I will crawl into the bowels

And rise to the sky

into your hands

and I will lift my voice

-Saschia Johnson

Blessed is She Who Mourned

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A poem (published on Genius in a Bottle)

They told her she’d be healed
Over and Over
We believed.

Oh, we believed

We prayed

We fasted

We drowned ourselves in the mysteries of faith
we turned the lights off at sunrise
knowing it’s the body that falls
not the word

We gathered her broken pieces
into our childish hands
and wrapped them into our
white night gowns

While they turned up their…..

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Your Wife III

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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