Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Wings

    I’d like to dedicate this poem to my niece Christina Mitchell, who battled breast cancer and lost her battle this morning. She is survived by her husband and beautiful little girl. This year has been especially hard for me, and cancer has weaved its way through it. It is so…

  • Return to sender

    She remembered that day like it were yesterday. His hands on her body and she couldn’t speak. The way he half caressed her, kneading, stalking. Her mind was fuzzy and vision blurry. It replayed over in her mind so clearly. She couldn’t move. Her body paralyzed. She couldn’t breathe.

  • Liebster Award

    Liebster Award

    In my 5 years of blogging, I have never been given an award for simply blogging. It is a great honor to be recognized by the cyber world for doing what I love to do, so thank you J.C FitzDerick for the extra pep to my step today. The Liebster…

  • eagle eye 

    Quivering lips with tears not yet shed. She stands upon the mountain as her legs dangle over the ledge.  Her head fills with words worth a thousand winds.  Chin raised to the sky, absorbing the sun’s rays.  Something inside shattered as she neared the earth’s crest.  One swift movement and there…

  • Star gazer

    We keep slipping further. My body feels pain no longer. A little liquid courage for the road. We cross into the depth of the outer worlds of my mind. You don’t need to bother. I don’t need to breathe. We will keep gliding further into the sea. Tides rising only…

  • Be back in 50

    When I rise, we rise. When I fall, we fall like dominos. A single tear slips past the gates, displayed a ripple in our neatly woven establishment. We were once happy, weren’t we?

  • Maze runner

    The cold has set in. Our breaths rise a mere octave. You know what they want. We run through the labyrinth. Our backs against the wall. No where to run. Eyes darting left and right, where do we go from here?

  • Deja vu

    I lay awake from a dead sleep with this ashen-look upon my face. It couldn’t be true. How could I say good-bye to you? I’ve mentally prepared myself for the day the shoe fell from the sky. My brain neglected to inform my heart this time. I saw this scene…

  • Raise the flag

    I will hold my head high. I refuse to allow you to see me cry. The emotions will burn a hole through me before I allow another victory. One swift tear is all it took to break me. You stood idol and watched me shatter. All I ever wanted was…

  • Gemini

    It all became clear. The very moment the words were uttered. It was a ruse, a masked tale of two faces. You love me. You hate me. You want to kill me. Nothing is worse than a battle inside one’s mind. We’ve loved. We’ve fought. We’ve made up. One single-paled…