The gates of her garden are left open to wanderers
They say she’s too friendly and she shouldn’t be so trusting
that matters of love are a waste of time
But that isn’t her
The roses died and bloomed
and dried out
They’ve been over watered,
pruned too early,
and forgotten,
But come spring they show their rosy pink faces
As if all those things
could have destroyed a blooming rose
-Saschia Johnson
Untrustworthy eye
Looks
At my outsides
My integrity unquestioned by me
But the eye what does it think?
My choices, conformed?
No, not conformed
Wait
There’s a blur
A space in which maybe
I’d do things a little different
if the lense did not exist
I make calls
to persuade the lense to look away
The things that once brought me meaning
still bring meaning
The pressure only added value
now they glisten
and blind me and turn me over
as if I’ll never be good enough for them
but I still value those things
the things that once had meaning
and still do
-Saschia
While the world wastes away on a monotonous routine
step outside of it all and kiss me hard.
Don’t kiss me hard only after everything is falling apart
Kiss me hard when everything is going right
There’s no point in waiting
This is what life is:
connections, honesty, bravery
Show up, kiss me.
It’s not always easy,
but it makes life worth living
And these days it seems we need more reasons
to stay alive.
-Sasch
There are a million people that will love you and see you the way I do.
You are not stuck with one person
they are not the only one who can understand you.
But it is your job to understand you.
When you understand you and accept you
it doesn’t matter so much when others don’t
And then when those few people come along
who want to know every inch of the folds inside your skull
you’ll be able to tell them who you are
the idea of listening to you talk about who you were
and who you are
and who you wish to become
sounds like a conversation that’d peel me right open
let’s talk
These arms are meant to be wrapped around you
These lips are meant to be pressed against your skin
This mind is meant to be mingled with yours
They’re going to belittle you and question your thoughts
Keep empowering yourself
Keep thinking
They’re going to tell you how you should feel
Keep feeling every little thing that ripples through your veins
They’re going to tell you don’t worry about it now you have your whole life ahead of you
Get it done
They’re going to try to convince you that you should be doing it their way
Don’t you dare stop doing things the way things work for you
And know I will support you when they all laugh at your ideas and call them silly and call you stupid
Your ideas are not to be laughed at. And should be taken respectfully.
And you my free spirit are abso-fucking-lutely
Not Stupid
Ah here comes the depth
Here comes the midnight walks
In an empty field filled with ghosts
And blood and
Screams from so many past lives
I’ve been here too many times
To care much about the escape
I’ve come this time to dance
With the shadows
-Sasch
I spin her round
Like a top
No, more like a dance partner
She’s mad
She’s not interested in being spoken to this way
What does she know? She asks the heavens
And I dig in
I know about the sex
I know about the dirty little things she does when she thinks nobody’s looking
Those are the least of her worries
Because I have my dirty little habits too
And then she looks up
And her head aches
And her tummy growls
There’s a storm brewing
And it’s not coming to drop a house on the bad guys
Because bad guys don’t always lose
-Saschia
My words have left for the hills
They’ve been slaughtered
Like the fattest calf
And sent to the heavens
In billows of smoke
I hope god accepts them
I hope he let’s me come in
As spirit
After the slaughtering
I hope the priests eat well
Their bellies full enough to teach
And lead
And fight off wolves
I hope I was finally good enough
For something
