Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • In her words

    The music flowed through the room like a silky negligee. The voice so strong, yet so feminine she sang. People surrounded her as the lights dimmed around her like a ring of angels. Ears perked up when she arched her brow toward the man in the back who leaned against…

  • Little angel

    I knew from the day that I learned of your existence, my life would change for the better. I dreamt of the moment my palms would grasp your face and my lips pressed softly against your cheek. Sometimes I could hear you crying, as impossible as that may seem. You,…

  • The shoe

    The webs began to form, as the spider spun around its prey like flies to waste. Her mind was a tarnished flower that wilted underneath the suns rays. People could walk in, but no one could escape. Trapped inside like hollow cocoons where nothing flourished– No butterflies exist. It was…

  • Solo

    My face pressed against my thighs as I try hard not to cry. Fighting back the tears, but no matter how hard I resist my chest rises swiftly and soon comes a release. It’s too far of a run—too much of a hike. Here I am standing in the middle of…

  • All but forgotten

    A window, nothing more than a door that leads to the unknown possibility of something more. As I wander the grounds in search of that thing that makes my skin brighten and my heart quicken—time will only tell. My skin does not prick. My heart does not skip. I wait and…