Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Fool’s gold

    We couldn’t have been more different than the sun to the moon. I jumped while you thought things through. The day the words were uttered, somewhere inside I knew you’d have me forever. I’ve woken to an unstirred presence. One from a place where there is no heaven. I couldn’t…

  • Marionette

    She told herself a thousand times to take a drive. Both hands on the steering wheel, she placed her foot on the peddle. She didn’t go anywhere, the smoke never cleared. This wasn’t what she envisioned. Driving wasn’t her calling, yet she’d die a hundred times just to make them…

  • Picture

    In a picture I can see every crevice of your face. The hue of your eyes, even the partial dimple on your chin. In a picture I can see your hair, the curls that spring. The smile you made, forever imprinted on my mind. A picture holds a thousand pixels…

  • The perfect stranger

    Once it’s gone, it’s hard to grasp. We chase after it like bees to honey. Forever stuck in a maze filled with misery. Every word they say suddenly becomes blocks of ice that protect us from shattering. Those three words used to mean something.

  • Northern Star

    Her voice inched above an inaudible whisper, as the tears began to fall. She held him close and the emotions began to flow. The lake’s current hastened as it drained into the river of an overflown ocean of salted inhibitions. It was uncontrollable.

  • Life as I know it

    I grew up in a military family. My father served 41 years,coursing various branches and retired when I was 3 years old. We had an inseperable bond. We did pretty much everything together. My mom got me up in the morning, but my dad took me to school and picked…

  • Letter to the past

    Some days I wake up and ponder the meaning of life. I often sit and contemplate events of the past and ask myself “what if…” What if I had tried harder, would we have survived? What if I had known sooner, could I have stopped the spiral and forgiven the…

  • Check, please

    We sat in the corner, sheltered from the rain. It hit us like a bomb of fractured stones. It was you that taught me that it was possible to love again. The dust from the souls of wingless angels chaffed my skin. Your words cut through me, seeping into my…

  • Letter to a soldier

    Some days, I sit back and watch you. The emotions displayed on your face, of shock and awe and yet you say nothing. You were taught to be strong and keep on trucking. You were taught to go toward the fire and fight the flames. Some days I wonder how…

  • On the road

    I remember that day as if it happened yesterday. My throat raw from screaming as the tears remained streaky. My chest was heaving as the imaged played slowly. Lie after fed lie was and I had a mouthful on our road to destruction. Not a single worry in sight, my…