Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Incognito

    Sitting beneath the warm rays of the sun, I gaze up to the breeze as it runs its waves though the ribbons of my hair. I’ve ached to feel this. The feeling of being so high, I’ve risen above it. We sit here, our hands entangled and our eyes locked.…

  • Mirage

    Its deep within her stomach That feeling of unease—slowly unraveling. She stands in the mirror and the imposter stares back at her. Dirt begins to seep through her pores as the glass sinks into veins. She can’t quite be herself while someone else is in the driver’s seat. Looking in…

  • Peddle to the medal

    The wind began to blow through tightly woven curls. Her mind laced with heavy thoughts that only time could erase. Two souls wandered between eras of which ached for resolution.

  • Word vomit

    hit me, like a brick of heavy lidded thoughts—These asinine tendencies of obscenities. Words flow through me in a place I can not erase of an image I dare not share. They’ve transpired with visions of despair. I am trapped inside a line of heavy duty tape with caution signs.

  • Clarity

    Waking to the gentle grimace of the daylight star. It glistens through the curtain like a gentle fairy that listens. A welcomed hiss from lungs that served its purpose. The sound of a lover’s snore fills ears with a shivered kiss.