Category: poetry
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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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.
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Little angel
I knew from the day that I learned of your existence, my life would change for the better. I dreamt of the moment my palms would grasp your face and my lips pressed softly against your cheek. Sometimes I could hear you crying, as impossible as that may seem. You,…
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The shoe
The webs began to form, as the spider spun around its prey like flies to waste. Her mind was a tarnished flower that wilted underneath the suns rays. People could walk in, but no one could escape. Trapped inside like hollow cocoons where nothing flourished– No butterflies exist. It was…
Nicole Johnson 