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Dreamers
Don’t let them get you down I know you probably supported them and their dreams so much so that you lost yourself And now that you’re reaching for the stars it seems they are intentionally avoiding your endeavors That the support you provided isn’t reciprocated That’s ok cuz this is your fucking dream DreamContinue reading “Dreamers”
Passionate Seekers
Empty sex, soulless endeavors and failed attempts at trying to find ourselves somewhere buried beneath all the shit we were drowning in. He called me a bitch in front of the kid and I didn’t like that so I reached out and socked him right in the chin. “I don’t need this. Why am I evenContinue reading “Passionate Seekers”
Jam Jars
There was this world my escape but the demand for my attention was too great fantasies nudged me awake all hours the picturesque garden and nipping faries and the words they poisoned my proper shapes in such a fantastic way in a way hope was made toxic And so I tilled but not for longContinue reading “Jam Jars”
not my business
is she black no she’s ⊕ white is she loved by any other than the one that’s love is pure ? it holds her down *it- a woman, not a companion Because companions required the stuff she didn’t have to give she buried them along with pure love in a grave *it heldContinue reading “not my business”
I kept him sacred
I circled him finding his flaws In every inch of my poetry I don’t touch him because he’s my own sacred shrine untouched by human artists Untouched by the words of man Only to be described in silence by the divine Whether you believe in that type of thing or not he’ll tell you toContinue reading “I kept him sacred”
Edgy
This world is edgy everywhere I step I find edge Or maybe it’s because I walk along it This last time got too close for comfort I better find myself further from the edge before I fall over it
Love Notes from my Spine
I’m holding you up like a puppet on a string but you have to move your own arms and legs You can do this, I shout from behind I support your rapid decline and slow ascension Rolling down has momentum it’s the act of Sisyphus that brings progress. -Saschia Johnson Featured Image: Sir EdwardContinue reading “Love Notes from my Spine”
Connections
These hands write and write Wandering into the crevices between my floor boards I thought I heard a bed bug It’s causing this insane itch There’s a connection, I know it Maybe it was that night with the Russian The silly thing must want me to teach it English. Or it’s sent from a loverContinue reading “Connections”
Book Sniffer
Today I bought used books and sniffed each one before purchase. It’s silly I know but if they are moldy its makes my nose itch. And then I won’t read them. I’d rather pass up a moldy book than have a book that’s never read. -Saschia Johnson
