Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • 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…

  • 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…