Maryland Summers
This is where the summers intertwine;
the spirit of summers past and future
slowly engulf me
bringing me back to a time
when the air was thick with madness
Untitled #22
It's an inevitable cycle
of begging for mercy;
day after day, year after year
with the hopes that one soul,
one day will kindly oblige.
-Dawn Johnson
I Left My Room Tidy
I left my room tidy
before leaving the house,
assuming I'd be gone
no more than a day or two.
A poem I wrote during a breakdown. I sample a lot of my new work here, and this poem should be in my book "The Islands" so lmk what you think and follow my poetry insta @dawn_johnson666 and my tumblr ...
The Boogie Monster
I used to believe I could
see in the dark--
that the immovable and
shadowy figures
were no match for me
and my eyes.
Because of that,
I was never afraid
of things that go
bump in the night,
I wrote this in my head literally stumbling around my house at 2 AM. I hope you guys enjoy it :-) If you want more of my poetry feel free to follow me on insta @dawn_johnson666
Bathtub
I'd like to take apart
all my battle wounds,
and unzip all the cuts.
My dreams which were once
jewels of honor,
now smell of candy
and cigarette butts.
A poem about falling apart. Follow my poetry instagram account for more @dawn_johnson666
I may struggle
to compose myself--
the sheer thought
of your presence
blends time and occupies
a space within me
too intangible to fathom.
-Dawn Johnson
I hope this resonates :-) Follow my poetry account on insta
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It's a tilling of the soul;
life becomes an endless cycle
of believing in one thing,
and forsaking another.
-Dawn Johnson
Something I wrote on an introspective day. Sorry I've been MIA and a warm welcome to all my new followers, we're happy to have you :-) If you want to see more of my poetry follow my poetry account on ...
Van Gogh
To say that you're not beautiful
would be like
looking into the eyes of
Van Gogh,
and calling him a fraud
because of our differing beliefs
on art.
I wrote this on a whim two days ago, kinda a spoof off of something I wrote for my book. Hope you guys like it
October
October I'm in love,
and your kiss kills the skin of
every surface you let it touch.
My epidermis burns and bleeds
as I'm set on fire from
the inside out.
A poem about falling in love under the autumn leaves. Enjoy :-)
Let me sing a happy song
a tune so bright and gay!
To keep my mind
off of the time
since my love has
gone away.
Let the sound ring loud!
Let the robins peep;
for if my love does
not come back,
over ledge my heart shall leap!
-Dawn Johnson
Untitled #65- A poem for hopeless romantics everywhere :-)
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