She took a deep breath (it smelled like roses and vanilla) and then she took a step toward the field across the street from our town cemetery She turned to be sure I was coming And I was Then she sped up and danced in the moonlight as if not a soul could see herContinue reading “She Danced”
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Don’t Forget, You’re Valuable
There is life in the smile you share truth in the thoughts you share. There is hope in the dreams you tell and inspiration in the life you live Don’t forget about how much value you bring to this world Saschia Johnson
True Colors
I let my tongue hang and wiggle symbols I wear comfort in stilettos and my heart on the doorknob There’s no real wild it’s just real human expressed everyday and in so many ways I feel left out I feel eager I feel purpose and hope I feel so many things Why leave these piecesContinue reading “True Colors”
In the Beginning
The storms raged even with the flood waters receding we still couldn’t separate up from down love from hate so we write, discuss and write some more until we figure out that what matters most is the present all else should fall in line Saschia Johnson
Cleared
The sky clears it clears for her it clears for the future the stars look down in awe at her Saschia Johnson
Unpredictable
The way things go left and right and whichever way they like is annoyingly pleasant you can plan a tea party but a storm makes you bring out the candles and turns it to a candlelit luncheon Saschia Johnson
Creating Starts Out Messy
Amazing things don’t start out as a masterpiece. There’s just this chaos of thoughts with many different names that we as artists morph into one thing. We grab a bit here a bit there and create where we need to. There’s many different reasons people decide to create things. Some people do it to heal.Continue reading “Creating Starts Out Messy”
Oh the Places I’d Go
If you asked me where I wanted to go this year, I’d say to all the places I didn’t believe I could put in my planner. I’d say let’s go to the hidden places and the popular places as long as they’re both magical I’d say the woods and lot’s of meals at my mama’sContinue reading “Oh the Places I’d Go”
Keep Searching
The return has deeper meaning than words can say search for the words anyway The gratefulness you feel for someone’s kindness can’t be expressed in a simple thank you say thank you anyway When you care about a person so much there’s no words to describe it, describe it anyway What you can say atContinue reading “Keep Searching”
Traveler
The train keeps rolling wheels turn things squeakshe mumbles about this and that this is her new beginningnothing but her two bags of luggageshe’s not ready to stop going Saschia Johnson
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