There’s too much snow It’s to my knees and everything I need is hidden below I have to plant seeds, side the house and these gutters won’t clean themselves My days are spent salting and shoveling. Cringing from the snow that fell in my boot I liked it in the beginning I liked it duringContinue reading “Too much snow”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Fire
Never before have I met a man who loves me the way he does The sky opens up and rain fills vessels Turning empty ones into the sweetest wine And the fire it burns but we are left unblemished My beats dance so free -Saschia Johnson
Bubble Bath
Bubble Bath The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top My legs have adjusted but when the rest of me sinks in it burns. In the tub, I’m a lost soul venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts My wordsContinue reading “Bubble Bath”
Enough
How dare you dangle flesh and blood from the edge of your thumb, like she’s some sort of hangnail you’re dying to get rid of. Like she’s some sort of inconvenience. You can pull the wool over her eyes but I see your wicked ways. The secrets you’ve tucked behind your eyelids. Those ones that hauntContinue reading “Enough”
Cord
Cord The cord to the blinds snapped right off I was hoping to let some light in But maybe this filtered light isn’t so bad Should I buy a new cord, A new blind, Or tie it back together the best I can? I’m going to peek through to see if the light is worthContinue reading “Cord”
The Fall
Did you ever believe? If you never have then you’re not a credible source. I need someone on both sides of the coin. -Saschia Johnson
Love Song
I admire his persistence and oh, how his howling soothes like the thumping inside her womb those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth I admire his persistence how her beats stretch across his howl The night twinkles bare, bare, bare, with dull blood Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut A mightyContinue reading “Love Song”
Blind
I can get angry and sad but generally I’m a happy girl Always smiling, always laughing creative eye always searching I tend to be too positive The bad in humans evades my view So when I see it, it becomes my art Because not all people are good I know that, I just can’t seeContinue reading “Blind”
Wonderlust
You and me on a boat drifting between heaven and earth. Funny faces and parental nicknames like nappy and blankie. We’re rugged from it all. Tired and oddly inappropriate. But together we’re something else entirely. We’re mountains or islands we’re something larger something worth exploring. Yes, we are new and uncharted territory. WildContinue reading “Wonderlust”
Creative Process
The creative process to me is the most important act. I feel it’s important to demand respect in my creative process. Of course, this process isn’t a thing that’s visible to all. And that’s because it is created in my own mind, so it’s not expected to be understood by anyone else. We have secrets,Continue reading “Creative Process”
