Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s being afraid and doing it anyway. Shadows leap and lift from the ground. Whilethe world spins on a tilt.I’m still trying to figure out how. Dolls sink and turn colors while deep in the closet something whines. Still, she can think of only one thing, How can IContinue reading “Fears”
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Twitchy
The covers her beneath Thickets bugs and things more wild she wades through bryers as if they were ocean Saschia Johnson Mediums pretty cool, follow me there
I Choose You
I’m choosing you Your health your smile Your hand I’m going to take you places planes, bars with all the fresh vegetables you can eat, and kombucha on tap served by souls who just wanna make you smile the way I do I’m choosing you. If this life is the life you love with allContinue reading “I Choose You”
Cycles
The snow will returnBut for now,the sun is shining. Saschia Johnson
Steadfast
I want to be here I want to be here till the sea dries up and the heavens brush your lips To be by your side to be in your mind and in between your sheets can we do this forever? can we never quit on each other? Saschia Johnson
Flicker
The curtains blow in the breeze deep sea blue with white corals sewn into the bottom the breeze let’s the light in the air spins and whirls around like a merry-go-round There’s no leaves to kick up only dust specs of dust flicker in the sun she smiles at natures dance she smiles at meContinue reading “Flicker”
Churned
Churned soil jumps and dances If you were to ask me, jumping and dancing is wonderful when it’s humans doing it but when the soiljumps and dances that means something bigger than us is happening. Saschia Johnson
And Then I Sleep
There’s a drummer in my ear I’ve been just about to tears since theystarted three days ago I don’t know why they’re here.but they are, so I listenand I hum and I sway and I write in ways that might justrecord what they’d have to say iftheir music spoke words and then, I sleep peacefullyContinue reading “And Then I Sleep”
Lady Wisdom
A poem Posted on An Idea (By Ingenious Piece) The tides are rising and fallingat the bare chest of a womanwhose eyes are bandaged She’s got arms and legs like anoctopus that stretch and wrapand drown those who fail to listen Not because they can’t hear herbut because they canand they ignore her She pullsContinue reading “Lady Wisdom”
That Kind of Night
The blankets, slept in. The air thick with smoke from the magical stuff that turns your mind inward, too inward if you let it. I wouldn’t know, I’m more of a bore. The stale sweat rubs me in every wrong way while I tell myself I’m there for some divine reason. A few drops ofContinue reading “That Kind of Night”
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