Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • All must come to an end

    I think about the good times and suddenly I realize it was all a lie. I was using you and you were using me. Each of us stirred our own misery. Just when you think you’re missed it all comes to an end The rug is pulled and your eyes…

  • Chains

    For so long I’ve tried to hold it together. To be the glue to my failing limbs And I’ve failed only to try again. I’ve stood here, trapped inside myself. The shackles replaced with stronger restraints and they’ve become strangling. I‘ve stood at this very window, the only thing that…

  • Silence is deadly

    Whenever I dream, that is the only time I feel at peace— Sadly because I’m sleeping. I don’t have a worry in the world except the worry of myself. Nothing I do seems to be enough. There is always another step. If I could travel back in time I’d travel…

  • A love like mine

    We’ve been here before— Eying each other through Plexiglas. I want to be close to you right now. I can feel my feet drifting toward you. I have no other choice but to follow. The closer I get the more I feel it. You made me feel needed. I needed…

  • The broken

    I lay here just for a little while— The room has ceased to spin and my mind boggles yet again. I’m trapped inside myself with my heart beating outside my chest. These walls are caving in and my mind fluctuates between reality and fantasy. I can’t shake the memories— Each…