Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Picture

    In a picture I can see every crevice of your face. The hue of your eyes, even the partial dimple on your chin. In a picture I can see your hair, the curls that spring. The smile you made, forever imprinted on my mind. A picture holds a thousand pixels…

  • The perfect stranger

    Once it’s gone, it’s hard to grasp. We chase after it like bees to honey. Forever stuck in a maze filled with misery. Every word they say suddenly becomes blocks of ice that protect us from shattering. Those three words used to mean something.

  • Northern Star

    Her voice inched above an inaudible whisper, as the tears began to fall. She held him close and the emotions began to flow. The lake’s current hastened as it drained into the river of an overflown ocean of salted inhibitions. It was uncontrollable.

  • Life as I know it

    I grew up in a military family. My father served 41 years,coursing various branches and retired when I was 3 years old. We had an inseperable bond. We did pretty much everything together. My mom got me up in the morning, but my dad took me to school and picked…

  • Letter to the past

    Some days I wake up and ponder the meaning of life. I often sit and contemplate events of the past and ask myself “what if…” What if I had tried harder, would we have survived? What if I had known sooner, could I have stopped the spiral and forgiven the…