“A poem” Tiptoe to the place your heart comes alive. Close your eyes and feel the way nature breathes against your cheek. Inside the minds of writers is where the future lies. Flip the pages, teleport through the sky, find me somewhere in between. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Tag Archives: prose
Don’t Look Down, Look Up
|A poem about things being better than when they started.” I dived head first into a world that peeled back every layer of skin to reveal the bone deep clattering I wrote my way to the surface thinking I’d have to dive again. I didn’t. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Light Up the Darkness
“A poem about shadows and light” This is where we reside In the darkness of our shadows Seeking out where the light breaks through Often it us The brings the light And if we’re lucky enough We shine bright enough to share it with others. -Saschia ✨️Jayne✨️ Johnson
Writing Commitment
✨A Poem✨ The knot tied around her finger was a thread that connected to a scroll that she had in her back pocket. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Freeze
“A poem about preparing for the first freeze.” Outside chills my bones. I brought my plants in so they wouldn’t freeze from the possible frost I head from the news anchor on tv The same news anchor that spills that bad news. but a freeze isn’t bad news. It’s just cycles sometimes it’s warm otherContinue reading “Freeze”
What Are You Hungry For?
“A Poem” The sting of nothing against your lips draws me places that linger beneath the covers. What is it that drew you away from life from me? Is it me or you? The swirl of us has always left me astonished because I thought I knew me from you. Came to learn that IContinue reading “What Are You Hungry For?”
Booked
“A little poem about books” Sunrays kiss my skin while scattered books beckon each with their own little nuggets of knowledge. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Coffee Shop Water
“A Poem” The sun sets before I could rest under its gaze. Ink stains and order fill a page and trump all, but not long enough. My wrist twitched until I swallowed two pain relievers chased by water in a coffee shop cup. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
The Cave
The illumination comes as you step closer. One foot at a time leads somewhere I can’t quite make it out, yet There’s art along the way if you’re willing to see. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Freedom is Internal
A little poem about my happy place I tip toe through a garden of wonder and mystery. The place where peace finds me resting on my back with my eyes tracing the shapes of clouds overhead. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
