Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Tranquility cloak

    With these fingers, I release you. Release all of your worries and self-doubts into the sea of wallowing tranquility. With these palms I anchor you to my chest as we exhale our sorrows and ease into rest. With these eyes I sought protection from all of the unseen and endless…

  • The oblivion

    Standing on the edge of the oblivion. We are so high. So afraid to jump and yet afraid to move closer to the cusp of tomorrow. Grasping each other’s hands, a gentle squeeze no longer. We hold on to the memories with the will of a thousand strangers. Not a…

  • The suitcase bandit

    Life may go on and time may very well heal, but for me it’s at a standstill. Memories of what you could have looked like forever etched deeply into my brain. If only I could have seen you just once to know if you were my carbon-copy. I miss you.…

  • Target practice

    Call me a sap,but a partnership between two people whom have confessed their love to one another means the ability to be vulnerable. A few shed tears should not be found repulsive, but wiped clear with the tip of ones finger. Tragedies happen every day and some so tragic we hiss…

  • Dolls in the glass

    I sit and wait for the answer. Suddenly in comes the cold shoulder of last year’s winter. The puzzle pieces scattered across the concrete. Something’s missing. Nothing fits. As I sit against the wall, the darkness consumes me. There are no more tears left to shed. Novocaine flutters in like…

  • Until Dawn

    Gazing out the window, watching as the world slowly disappears. It’s never easy letting go. The memories of yesterday will never be the same. Her face pressed against the glass, fingers stretched in search of a sign that will save them. No one exists, the animals have stopped running.

  • Never say never

    Sometimes no matter how hard you try, watering the lawn won’t bring back the grass. A swift bang against the surface won’t bring back common sense. We try to do right in this world, but what does that even mean? We are at a cross-road Eyes gazing forward as the…

  • Extra-credit

    It was a tug-of-war in a sense of complacent emotions. Wanting the approval of the world only to fall to the silence of a war already brewing. Nothing she did was good enough. Her peers constantly in her ear filling her thoughts with doubts. Accomplishments weren’t acknowledged as the whispering…

  • Walkers

    Awoken from a trance to the throbbing within her head. The lights became deafening as the voices turned to screams. We never saw them coming as the people started running. Her heart beat swiftly, so loudly that to her it was surprising. Ears filled with cotton as ariel’s voice was…

  • In her words

    The music flowed through the room like a silky negligee. The voice so strong, yet so feminine she sang. People surrounded her as the lights dimmed around her like a ring of angels. Ears perked up when she arched her brow toward the man in the back who leaned against…