Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • What’s mine is mine

    Wind is flying by, it knows how I feel. Dreams soaring blind, they know what I seek. This vision isn’t mine, but somehow it  knows how I think. I think one thing and it makes me believe,my trusty sidekick steers me blindly. We’ve halted at a truck stop that lead…

  • Little Bird

    Little bird, your wings have spread and the sun is set I gaze up into your wake in hopes I’ve made no mistakes Breathing in your earthy and fragile embrace as your wings fan my face. Little bird, your wings bring a sense of comfort –a sense of ease. My…

  • Not so perfect world

    I lay awake pondering recent events. What is it I could have done better? At times I feel as though I’m on display, placed inside a room filled with windows that I can’t see the other side to. I lay here, eyes gazed toward the ceiling, trying to count all…

  • 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…