Best Poems Written by K.A. Johnson

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Boomerang

I am shackled to my front door 
My definition of freedom is foregin 
I am cold 

Cold is my dying dreamer
Cold is my burning rage
Cold is a sledgehammer

It gives and it takes

Silence is my voice 
Tired is my body 
Death is me

For a love i have lost 
The burden carrying back broken

For a dream that i killed
Temptation is golden 

The steps to my hell 
Lead to a door 
The door that knows my many faces 

The boomerang that breaks me.


-k.a.j

Copyright © K.A. Johnson | Year Posted 2023


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Lovely Lotus

The euphoria in the birth of innocence is one so irresistible and bittersweet
Knowing the cold harvests of the world will purge for the end
The predators and prey are one and the same

To the flower, the absence is a stage for blossoming
Swept and kept slowly insane
It prevails

The flower is rather yet pale,

Undressed of the drug they seek
But there is more there is always more
To take, to possess, to savor

Pick a petal as they bleed
The greedy ones always aim for the stem
The compassionate ones dig for roots

In the end, nothing so precious could ever be

-k.a.j

Copyright © K.A. Johnson | Year Posted 2023

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Last Words of a Shooting Star

The day I die will be as sad as the day I was born
I will be a shooting star to the night sky 
I will be nobody, nowhere and nothing

A fate seemingly better than dying to live 

For I smile when I'm empty
I will smile when I'm happy  
And smile the brightest when I know the end is near 
 
- k.a.j

Copyright © K.A. Johnson | Year Posted 2025

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I was asked to define the word hate

I hate windows when you see right through me  
I hate expectations when they’re clearly above me 
I hate the mirror when it's only me 

I hate thinking it’ll get better 
I hate realizing I didn’t die at thirteen 
I really hate how it defines me 

I hate surviving, not living 
I hate broken promises 
I hate being stuck when it's clear you closed the chapter 

I hate change 
I hate emotions, especially when I have to pretend 
I hate apologizing because I want everything you have to give

I hate and hate until even the letters blur 

Most of all I hate when hating feels good because then I start to love the cycle

- k.a.j

Copyright © K.A. Johnson | Year Posted 2025

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