Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Lost at sea

    If there was a rainbow, it would bore into your soul and remove the demons that enter with a glow.

  • Letter to the flames

    I’ve often dreamt about the day I would leave Bags packed and stacked at the door— I’d walk through the flames nonchalantly.   My brows would furrow from a blind rage, as our home went up in flames. I’d leave in a hurry, cut every corner closely.   I pictured…

  • Lioness

    I took another sip from the mug. The sound of liquid circled whistling waves inside the tunnel. The colors were crystal now— Beautiful orange hues that reflected bronze under the lit sky.

  • Swig

    I took a swig of liquid courage to calm the nerves My body went into a sense of euphoria and my mind slowed. I didn’t know what to say. I used to look at the moon and a smile formed on my face. I stared intently at the glass as…

  • Today

    I thought of you again today. I was reading a story and there you were. My heart grew heavy and my eyes watery. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t contain my surprise. I thought of you again and then I cried. The way you lay there, nuzzled against my…

  • Looking glass

    The world continued to spin as I absorbed this. My mind made up and I couldn’t undo it. Feet forcibly moved toward the exit as gravity set forth. You say you love her, but I don’t understand it. You wanted her to be submissive— To be some fragile flower that…

  • Take a step back

          I have been having a lot of disturbing emotions lately about everything that has been going on in the world lately. My heart feels heavy and I feel the pain from all sides of the spectrum. I have been having vivid premonitions and we as a people…

  • Let it Burn

    Today was supposed to be a good day. I woke to the sun shining and thought everything would be ok. I walked outside and a wrench kissed it all away. There was anger in their faces and the words of pure hatred. “How could he do this? I know him!”…

  • Limbo

    It was time to come out, The moon went down as the sun peeked its fiery head over the mountains. My skin felt the cool breeze of morning’s dew. It prickled at the slightest touch of air caressing the little hairs that begged for attention. Secretly I’ve watched them move…

  • The embrace

    We sat on the front porch with our feet dangling over the steps. The sun was going down and the sky nearly wept. Your arm brushed against mine, suddenly our fingers intertwined. One hand combed through my hair, while the other rested on my cheek. Your lips inched closer and…