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Stacy Johnson Poem
The rising sun creeps through her window,
Placing a kiss on her cheek.
She awakens.
Stretching her arms and limbs,
Her body moves in harmony while
Trying to loosen the grasp of the sheets from where she laid.
Balancing onto her feet,
She staggers to the lonely kitchen table
Where her diary awaits her.
The tulip pen burrows itself in her grasp,
Begging her to write.
Her soft hand moves swiftly across the page,
Reciting her intimate night, yet again,
With another stranger.
Tears roll down her face,
As she reminisces the pain
She inflicts upon her heart.
She is alone.
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Unbury my hearts secret
With the scroll of a pen
Engrave my darkest thoughts
On a haunted page
Scarred by the rapture
Of a scorned soul
Look openly
Only your eyes can see
Mark my words
With invisible ink
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Here I am,
Standing at the alter
Where I plead my case and express my guilt.
I confess,
My emotions were torn and my heart was buried within his ashes.
My furious wrath broke him.
I am guilty,
Standing at the alter
Where I plead my case and express my guilt.
I confess,
My love for him was limitless.
His love for me had its limits.
My heart was an open book,
His heart was a pit of fire
In which my heart turned to ashes.
I stand before the alter,
Expressing my confession of a guilty woman.
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Forget me not my love,
My unobtained heart beats only for you,
You are my shining knight, you are my darkest day.
Caress me with your gentle hands,
Seduce me with your bittersweet kiss,
Suppress me with your love.
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Surrounded by soundless screams,
the wailing woman in white
presents herself.
With eyes,
as red as a crimson rose
freshly picked from a young garden.
Awaiting the chance to claim
the tears of a grim soul.
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As it nestles into her mind,
Like a untold secret,
She trembles.
As if all the hope and faith
She once had
Is slowly turning its back on her.
Fear and anxiety controls her instincts
She panics,
In an instant, she feels altered, changed, divergent... inhuman.
Like fuel,
Her heart ignites the fire
that torments her soul.
She’s furious
Her wrath, so potent, so lethal
Will eradicate those in her way.
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As I look into his eyes
and he into mine, I begin to ask myself “why”
Why do we take so long to find love
Could it be that our eyes are too blind to see the true beauty of a being
Or are our hearts too weak to acknowledge what our eyes are blinded into seeing
Cowardly you
wreak havoc on unforeseen hearts
trying to tear true love apart
because you left love in the dark
Fragile hearts try desperately to mold themselves back into true form
by patching damaged veins once scorned
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As i listen to the whisper of the wind
blowing past my ear
I wonder how life would be like,
if we'd never met.
Do you wonder if
we would ever meet?
What would you say
if you knew the answer?
Would we meet in another time
or not at all?
Would we exchange glances
and never speak?
Would we lust
and never love?
sometimes the vemon is too hard to remain in my veins
i purge and purge and swallow, wallowing
wonder if it would be as painful
would it be the same
would the salt sting still
would i bend my own will
and be the same me
and see the same we
i wish that history's altered
but that's still three wishes never granted
i fix the glance at tomorrow
because at least the door frame isn't slanted
like that picture of you and me up on the wall
bout to fall like our plans did
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Stacy Johnson Poem
There once was a time
when we were in love.
Like birds, our love flew freely
in the sky above.
There once was a moment
that we shared together.
wrapped in one another arms
vowing we’d be together forever.
There once was a place
we’d call our own.
An irreplaceable spot
only we had known.
There once was a feeling
like nothing I’ve felt before.
A warm, safe, feeling
I’d feel when you’d walk through the door.
I was once happy
in a time where our love flew freely,
captured in a moment we vowed forever,
lost in a place we called our known,
embracing a feeling I’ve never felt before.
There once was....
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And yet she stays,
I don’t know why I feel this way,
Frustrated, depressed, mad at the world.
Seems the only way I’ll feel better,
Is if I take my wrath out of her.
I know she will stay, through think and thin, life and death.
And yet she stays,
As I gaze at the person in the mirror, I do not recognize.
I see a monster, a mad man, a coward.
It feels as if I'm being controlled by the devil himself,
I hear him in my thoughts,
Demanding me to abuse my lover, my wife, my future.
As many times as I apologize, she’ll never leave me.
And yet she stays,
With a man whose heart is as black as coal,
Whose spirit is taken over by a demon.
Her love is the only thing that can save her from me.
And yet she says,
Whose mind is corrupt and manipulated by the devil.
As I strike her, everything goes black,
I see nothing, I hear nothing, I no longer exist.
“I’ll promise to never do it again,” I say
Nevertheless, the madness continues…
And yet she stays.
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