I go to the library daily to think because if I sit home all I want to do it sleep. So I pack my books and journals and laptop and drive myself to the library everyday. But the words are dwindling. Even so I find myself here with hopes that maybe the words will comeContinue reading “Daily Dreams”
Tag Archives: writing
You are…
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
Creator,
You are sensitive to your surroundings and that’s not going to change. Rather than trying to suppress it use it as a tool to keep moving forward.
You are…
You are a poet not only because of the vision you have and the dreams you seek but because you write them down. (Yes a pink book.) Edgy
You Are
You are a poet because of the way you need to document your life. Skin Show
Will write for candy
To find something to say everyday to find beauty in a fabric covored chair or a one sided conversation on giving directions held by strangers My wedding ring has burned my ring finger and left a line of blisters but I keep wearing it because it’s pretty and pink metaphorically that could mean something MyContinue reading “Will write for candy”
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”
Wrinkled
I’ve stopped using dressers My clothes are shoved into a trunk I wear them wrinkled and uncoordinated But I did my hair and painted my nails that must balance it out in some way -Saschia Johnson Painting Nature
Lilies
While the shaded lilies stand rigid I under the sun thaw Swaying with the wind We rooted in the same soil Drinking in the same nutrients Me pounded by friction Withered wilted until again I bloom -Saschia Johnson Matters Of Love
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