Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • I.D.

    She doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong anywhere. The poison has called her name again. Holding them in the palm of her hand, she thinks of clever ways to disappear. Remembering the first time she tried to say goodbye; it was a failed attempt, but a part of her was…

  • It’s in the eyes

    I can see myself in a spiral for control— I’ve lost it all. The virtue that is I is gone and I don’t know why. Playing the role of a woman who has it all I can’t help but cry because it’s a beautiful lie. It’s in the eyes, My…

  • All must come to an end

    I think about the good times and suddenly I realize it was all a lie. I was using you and you were using me. Each of us stirred our own misery. Just when you think you’re missed it all comes to an end The rug is pulled and your eyes…

  • Chains

    For so long I’ve tried to hold it together. To be the glue to my failing limbs And I’ve failed only to try again. I’ve stood here, trapped inside myself. The shackles replaced with stronger restraints and they’ve become strangling. I‘ve stood at this very window, the only thing that…

  • Silence is deadly

    Whenever I dream, that is the only time I feel at peace— Sadly because I’m sleeping. I don’t have a worry in the world except the worry of myself. Nothing I do seems to be enough. There is always another step. If I could travel back in time I’d travel…

  • A love like mine

    We’ve been here before— Eying each other through Plexiglas. I want to be close to you right now. I can feel my feet drifting toward you. I have no other choice but to follow. The closer I get the more I feel it. You made me feel needed. I needed…

  • The broken

    I lay here just for a little while— The room has ceased to spin and my mind boggles yet again. I’m trapped inside myself with my heart beating outside my chest. These walls are caving in and my mind fluctuates between reality and fantasy. I can’t shake the memories— Each…

  • A haunting tale

    I tossed and turned and the visions become more vivid. At times they became harder and harder to decipher what was real and what was make-believe. My heart beat raced as my eyes flung open with current dismal. I was falling deeper and deeper into a fixation that only my…

  • As I lay dying

    The beauty within me drains slowly— My eyes wide open, staring lifelessly as they try to revive me. Pump after agonizing pump, electricity runs through my clogged veins. The look on your face as you realize it’s too late… If I could cry for you I would shed a thousand…

  • Me, myself, and I

    My body went still every time I reminisced of past events. Photo after blissful photo and the tears began to surface. One by one they fell like dominoes as I sat here waiting for something— Anything at all to make my heart start beating. The blood began to thin as…