Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Solo

    My face pressed against my thighs as I try hard not to cry. Fighting back the tears, but no matter how hard I resist my chest rises swiftly and soon comes a release. It’s too far of a run—too much of a hike. Here I am standing in the middle of…

  • All but forgotten

    A window, nothing more than a door that leads to the unknown possibility of something more. As I wander the grounds in search of that thing that makes my skin brighten and my heart quicken—time will only tell. My skin does not prick. My heart does not skip. I wait and…

  • Forever and Always

    Awakened to the night sky. Sweat trickles, slipping into my eyes. The burn from these salt lake fears is the only thing that reminds me that I’m still breathing. As I lean over, I’m quickly reminded of my solitude and the musk residue on a pillow that is you. Quickly…

  • Medicine Man

    I watched as the powder poured into the glass. I couldn’t believe how my hands moved so fast. The scent filled my nostrils and a little voice screamed “don’t do it!” I stood there perplexed, should I even care what comes next? My eyes wandered, searching for a sign, some…

  • Loveless suicide

    To whomever this may concern, Tonight I bring you my last entry. I’ve grown too feeble and my heart too empty. I stand here with it in my hands, The sweet blade loving my skin as it opens me up and inside is my surprise. Not a single drop of…

  • Half-hearted goodbyes

    I have trouble with goodbyes. They never seem to come out quite right. The words formed in my head and my tongue slipped and then it went dead. I suppose congratulations are in order. You finally did it, my life has been disarrayed. Fear not, I will not message you…

  • Not a through street

    A piece of me died tonight. Shriveled up and slipped away. A heart once beat inside this chest and now the tubes laid themselves to rest. One by one, organs stopped running and the mill shut down as workers emptied. My fears surfaced, not fears of loneliness, but triumph. I’ve…

  • What’s mine is mine

    Wind is flying by, it knows how I feel. Dreams soaring blind, they know what I seek. This vision isn’t mine, but somehow it  knows how I think. I think one thing and it makes me believe,my trusty sidekick steers me blindly. We’ve halted at a truck stop that lead…

  • Little Bird

    Little bird, your wings have spread and the sun is set I gaze up into your wake in hopes I’ve made no mistakes Breathing in your earthy and fragile embrace as your wings fan my face. Little bird, your wings bring a sense of comfort –a sense of ease. My…

  • Not so perfect world

    I lay awake pondering recent events. What is it I could have done better? At times I feel as though I’m on display, placed inside a room filled with windows that I can’t see the other side to. I lay here, eyes gazed toward the ceiling, trying to count all…