I’ve stuffed myself full of tacos
And queso
And guacamole with chips
Now I feel like a potato
And my creativity got
Stiffed
But the tacos were so good
And look I still wrote a poem
-Saschia
Tag: Saschia Johnson
Symbols- revisited
She asks for symbols
while I doodle
stars and hearts in blue ink
across the top of a blank page
Maybe I don’t get it, Professor
Maybe I never will
I’m on to circles and squares
Images of old Egyptian
pillars appear
containing hieroglyphs
with no meaning
Evoke the imagination
She voices
before putting her head
back down
Semi circles and unfinished squares
dotted like a Morse code
have been placed
with no meaning
Dotted with intent
but no definition
What is this place where
I feel the depth
of each
meaningless symbol?
-Saschia
Stitched Together
From time to time I think of you
From minute to minute you cross my mind
From hour to hour I’m lost in our fantasies
If I stopped I might lose you
So I leave myself little reminders
Moons and doors
and stars as big as your eyes
The truth is I don’t need reminders
But they bring me closer to you
-Sasch
We Go On–We All Do
Funny how things work out
How people show up
And make you proud of who you are
Or make you feel less than who you are
both people come and go
They make impacts
They go on with their lives
With their red Rose’s or their brass scales
And think briefly of you now and then
or maybe more
who knows…
-Saschia
Ambivalent
I have no side to take
Ambivalence is all I’ve ever known
Conflicted to the core
Two Baby Girls
She dances while I sleep
And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix
She’s a part of me
One with me
Her sister is my closest friend and family.
She lights up my life with her smile
and makes me feel at home with her presence
Two baby girls to hug and love
to sing and dance with on the kitchen floor
I’m so proud
I’m so proud
-Saschia
Cloudy
I’m lost in the clouds
reality swirls into a blur of colors while
Hope flits in and out like a restless cat
How do I touch down?
Toes wiggling with
Two feet on the ground
-Saschia
Pulled Tight
Full of conflict pulled tight
from the holes in my ears
I do but I don’t
I would
But should I
I don’t know why humans do these things
Must we know
If I don’t should I make it up?
Should I choose a side
This is when my values tap me on the nose
And the white bunny rushes me along
It’s speaking to me
Mid sleep checklist incomplete
Dreaming of writing this
While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket
I’m with my old boss looking for the next word
It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving
they’ll appear
Slowly we place each word one after the other
What we build here makes complete sense
Door hinges break without salt so we sprinkle liberally
And we have to crack the window so my mom can hear her alarm
It’s in the next house along with my mom
The moons out it’s big and the night sky makes me weak
So I sit on the porch watching it glisten hoping that in some way
it’s speaking to me.
Human
Going human was my best decision
Letting me be something full of both
Flaws and beauty
Striving for better
Still acknowledging my best efforts
Growing growing
From a tree
to ash drifting far and wide
