Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • One for the devil

    Gazing out of the window, My mind wandering. Thoughts begin to process, yet nothing comes easily. I watch as the children begin to laugh and play, wishing a smile would form upon my face. I can feel it, feel the sudden unease of the fight within me. Closing my eyes…

  • Nevermore

    Soul that bleeds, yet does not speak. Sky that weaps, yet does not see. Reoccuring questions that posess no answers. Fortune-tellers’ hands pouring empty thoughts and emotions. Civilians passing by strangers with angelic faces. The faces of loved ones that never made it. Heads spinning at the sound of the…