Dawn Johnson

@dawn_johnson666

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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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
A 3-slide about nostalgia.
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Bones What good are memories if they’re built on a pillar of false hope and a foundation made of bones? -Dawn Johnson
Written at 2 AM hope you guys enjoy :-)
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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
Hi guys, hope you enjoy! :-)
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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 ...
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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 @dawn_johnson666
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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 ...
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Serial Killer
Dreamy romance and all the lonely heart things. I hope this helps you yearn :-)
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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 :-)
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Back Woods I am not afraid of death, death is afraid of me. When we meet, we will both be enamored by how well we know each other. -Dawn Johnson
Backwoods; A passed over poem from my upcoming book.
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Bottles Why is the world so cruel but kind, to those who smile and bask in the sunshine?
Something I wrote a long time ago about recovery. Hope you enjoy :-)
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Moon I have fallen in love with the moon, a moon I cannot reach.
A late night read.
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Grocery Bags
Grocery Store; A poem from an upcoming book that is currently untitled. Rights retained by me for this poem.
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
Camilla
Excerpt from a book not yet finished :-)
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Dawn Johnson . 3 years ago
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 :-) Follow me here for more! For shorter pieces follow my ig: @dawn_johnson666
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