Written by Alicia Johnston -this is her Poetry Book
Poetry is a way of self expression. There is no correct way of writing.
There may be certain types of ways you can do it.
It's how the writer creates the thought that's important.
These were written from when I was age 13-18.
I have lots more, but I like the innocence and yet sadness that I felt in that era.
I have many books of poetry through the years.
I will be making a new web page soon with current ones.
I also write in other context ("adult") as well,
For more information on those contact me directly.
She turns around and gazes to the left,
She turns around and gazes to the right,
She forgets to look in front, or behind,
She's stuck as life keeps twisting her mind.
She's struck out every time,
Hoping for someone of her kind
The one who will save her?
The one who will love her?
The moonlight hits the windowsill.
The crickets sing her to sleep.
Life seems almost dreary.
Yet, someone knocks on her door, before she falls asleep.
The light turns on, his hands reaching for her,
Reaching for the li'l girl to wake up from her dream
Without realizing she mistakes him for another face,
Another man with bloody stained hands.
He wants to help, but, the li'l girl is too scared
She's been sleeping so long; She's forgotten how to care.
He just wants to hold her; he just wants to love her
She doesn't want anything to do with another.
He pulls lightly on her heart strings,
Gently he caresses her face, wiping the tears.
Helping her dream of better things,
Giving her hope for another day.
Taking away all of her fears.
Giving in to his innocent wishes,
She realizes that the sun had started to rise.
Her morning refreshed as he holds her close,
Her heart filled with a new hope.
**Save her, love her, maker her feel like no other.
Keep her from the secrets of her past.**"
"whispers comes into his sleep saying:
He holds her close- she won't let go,
Afraid of another unfortunate dream-
Afraid it will all melt away at the seams.
The sun rises, and life seems once again, - at ease.
A small child grabs her skirt,
Trying to hold on, as she walks away.
One last hope, the child knows
She is the only one who might give him life.
She looks down, and sees the quivering child.
"What is wrong small one?"
He grabs tighter, but does not reply.
She picks him up, and he starts to cry.
Gently, she wipes his tears away,
As she looks gently into his big eyes.
" There, there child, you mustn't cry so"
The li'l one stops, and grabs onto her rain jacket.
She sees the loneliness coming from within,
But she doesn't know why.
The child is obviously lost,
But what can she do?
"Child, you must go home, I am not your mother."
She puts him down, and starts to walk away. The child does not cry,
He just sits and stares.
Again, he thought.
'No one cares, no one cares.'
He finds a can to kick,
And walks down the street once again.
---2nd adaptation version---
A small child grabs her skirt.
Trying to hold on, he tugs on her rain jacket.
Hoping to reach the veins of her soul.
Not giving up, with what little strands of hope.
With much disgust she takes his hand.
Not seeing the terror within,
She asks, "What is wrong small one?"
He grasps her hand tighter, but does not reply.
She picks him up, and he starts to cry.
She does not see the loneliness inside.
Blinded by the door that had locked any emotion for another kind.
"Child, you must go home,
I am not the one who left you to die."
Putting him down on the ground.
He lets go without a tear in his eye.
Again, he thought, 'No one cares, no one cares.'
Hands in his pockets, he looks for another hand to grasp.
That sits outside my window pane.
He sings to me all day long.
I suppose he knows that I am alone,
Cause he's there even when it rains.
Well I don't know how he knows,
Maybe cause he too- feels the blues.
I suppose the two of us have each other,
When the world seems to be falling apart
Cause he's there even when it rains.
When I'm weak in the heart
Today feels like yesterday's art-
I turn to see the sun shining through.
But it always seems, yes it always seems to rain.
Staring at these empty walls since June.
Please bring me back from these shadows,
My little bird sing me a gentle tune.
Let the spirit of your wings take flight.
Take me with you, open my heart
Just let me grasp you tight.
I guess I'm not the only one.
I shouldn't feel so alone,
Because my baby is singing the blues too.
Cause he's there, even when it rains.
Well I'm lucky I guess,
Cause I'm not alone-
Even when it rains.
Stars shinning capture the soul
Breathing in slowly enriches it's taste
Dancing 'round fulfills it's glow
All are captured by night and day
just as the sun and moon when out to play.
Friendship built on knowledge,
They stick together, and never to let go
makes them even closer
grasping the wind at the same time,
makes their time together grow
Although, so many similarities,
They will never touch nor play,
Yet when no ones looking
They will come together one day
It's funny, they seem so close, Yet so far away...
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
What else should I say,
I've been born this way
What else can i tell you
I'm easily confused When you're gone, when you're gone
I'm all alone, when your gone! Lonely, I'm waiting for you How about you?
What are you up to?
I'm still on this track
You better come and stop me! I need to sit and think
but thinking takes me time
Time is not to waste
and I need you to love me in time... Lonely waiting for you
Waiting for you to come and reasure me Just the other day,
I went out to play
Found myself lost,
in more than one way I thought I was confused,
Now I see it's you
Since you were the one
who set me free Lonely but there's someone
else who deserve's me
So I'm not waiting for you Lonely without you
I seek for yesterday
and I find tomorrow
I leave my joy
and I find sorrow
Through my thoughts
I see at last
Through my dreams
I see only shattered glass
Trembling knees
Have yet not been broken
Fumbling fingers
Keep the door from being opened Why do I run in haste
for the longing of breath
I should stumble and fall
and instead face death Mercy on me
I am in need
Yet I fail
I continue to bleed.
Writing a song, it's the way one can bleed.
Filling your eyes as you write a note
Wind and the rain collapsing the spirited heart
Succumbed to the pressure that left you with a million thoughts Words coming out of the silenced walls
Thoughts mangled at the steam of the smoked cigar
Pastures are green and growing in the stables
Through the lyrics of a song your foreign bodies tell you you're able In the midst of shattering glass
People run like mad sheep heaving sour keys
Dancing naked in the meadow filling their lungs with tobacco
Risking their lives for the world to be more aggresive in philosophy Giraffes run and hide while the lions coincide
Down pour on their liberation pour them a cup of tea
Excuse the rude comments and please, brush your teeth
Don't forget to take the yellow brick road all the way to the end of the street. Painfully the script is read the music now tells us a scene
They mourn with their daughters gripping them tight
Taking vitamins with their crystal green sea
Mothers losing control, their daughters run free. Child plays in the storm waiting for the lightening to hit
It all comes and goes so fast, with out the feeling of relief
Chug that beer once more for me, it feels good, don't forget it was for free
Many glasses have been flooded, and many been left empty The rich air encompasses the beasts
Face the music burning through the willow trees
It's cold out, don't forget to put your painted mask on
It will be alright, just stay away from me Writing a song, this is the way I bleed
Living in desperation hoping to be set free
Hestitation is withdrawn, frustration bending at the knees
I'm writing a song it's about the world verses me
I cry only to let the rain carry the tears away.
The days are so long,
The animals are the only one to give a response.
Nothing to do,
Just peer around and tremble with the night's embrace.
Just when everything felt right
My stomache rumbles,
Like the mountains caving in.
The birds told me they were waiting for me,
I don't want to shed a thought about going back.
Nothing left to say,
I'd rather stay here and wither away.
The animals are friendly, only one to my dislike.
The bear near the willow tree, what a horrible fright.
It's getting unbearable, no food to eat.
The berries and rodents are my only supply of meat.
You won't catch me going back.
I can't help it, they made me turn away.
Fleeing without them, I'm however you describe it - free-
Careful do not enter
Careful do not come near me
I'm fragile in the centre
I'm lost somewhere under the cream. Searching for something
Though it's right infront of me
Don't be alarmed
Because this isn't new to me Far away I search the land
Looking for someone It could be any man,
It's my own affair
Just leave me alone. Don't worry somehow, I'll find my way back home I lie awake and before me, there it stood.
Clapsed tight, and titleless, there lie a book.
I watched as the book flew open and pages scattered everywhere.
The lights flickered off and on. I shut my eyes in fear. Don't make me get up, I need my sleep.
I don't know anymore.. Just be careful with me
I'm not sure what to say,
I'm an open book.
I read my first page to you
You haven't told me if you liked it. It's becoming don't you think?
You seem to have liked it,
You're facial reaction said something of the sort
You're not saying anything why don't you?... Maybe I should read the second page
Maybe you'll like me then?
Okay, there...did you like it?
Still questioning?? Alright, here's the third page Why don't you say something?
Smiling for no reason doesn't help.
I understand half of your book
But maybe you should read your last page again Nope, I don't understand yours either.
Well, let's just say we understand
Then it will be easier to live
OKay, I love you, and you love me. Hmm, reading was just too hard
I like the understanding part much more.
I love you...do you love me?
NO answer...great, now we have to read through it all again! For me,
For you.
You for me,
Me for you. That's it,
It's that.
You've got it,
I've got it. Reach ahead,
Ahead and reach.
You're mixed up,
Now I'm mixed up. Crazy you are,
Me crazy?
No it's you,
Just me and you. Flying high,
Just the birds.
Birds fly high?
Just the birds. Catch me,
No, you catch me.
I caught you,
Now you catch me. Funny you should say that,
You are funny too.
No, you're funny too,
Funny you should say that.
special. It just makes the reader to have to create their own drawing of the picture.
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
I knew him once,
He was a grand ol soul.
He made me smile,
He made me whole. I walked with him,
I talked with him.
We watched the stars,
He held me close. I knew him once,
He was grand ol soul.
My grandfather,
My touching stone.
Thrown away and given up
Trashed greedily with the rest
It's all she possess
And no one wants it. Through the realms of her despair
Shaken by night Feared by day
Lost following in the crowd
Without any hopes or cares. Crashing down she came
Falling down towards the earth
Covered by their filthy soil
While she's thrown to her knees Taking a deep inhale
While trying to hold back her blood
She hasn't any choice but to give up.
She'll run and go to the light.
Someone within my heart has caught
the wave that flows through the veins.
Hot water scolding the clean hands
Leaving sensations flooding throughout. Tumbling in emotions
Created by impulses to great to be controlled.
Laughing inspired by him
Relaxing with love that's beyond a doubt. Intensity throughout the capsule of blood.
Catching a glimpse of the other's trembling heart. Hand in hand on their journey
Motionless diapraghms
Breathing together in and out. Living in sin
By the velosity of a boiling point.
The sun awakes
It breathes it's glow
The light shines through the clouds
The doors are opened to feel the warmth.
It's a new day
A time for the heart
Search the morning for a thought
Let's get ready for a good start
I see you on the other side
A Field between the mountains
There's the twinkle in your eye
I look away and forget to stare.
I want to have a good day
There's a brillance to the day's light
The rays colourize through my open soul
Leaving me all misty and gold
Enjoying the breath of the wind
Mouth open standing under the sun
Hair blowing like whiskers
Sandy beach covers my feet
Forget about him
Let's think about me
Just for one day
Nothings better than just being free.
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
Temptation
Runs through the veins that are within
Pours out through the glistening tears
Mix about the inner core
Flooding out the corner stone
Crowned with glory
Casted out by silver and gold
Entertaining the shoulder of deceit
Listening eyes to do the deed
It takes revenge
Makes the human soul
Temptation
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
Soul wandering in the pit of darkness
Shadows casted to a regret of hiding
Shame lies with the drops of rain from the falling sky
Moist and hindering the debute
Underestimate the fait of the loss
Irrational descisions cause the murder of a million whores
Meaningless envies covers the blacken heart
Ice cold beer to handle the pain
Everything is black till beaten and broken
Then we see the light of paradise
Soul clearly taking a stroll in the heavens of enlightenment Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
When I want to speak,
It slows me down
My mind draws it's picture,
Words cannot describe.
Colours don't come through verbal.
It's all contained inside, Too afraid to shine.
Makes no comprehension.
Shouldn't have tried so hard, It's better described inside.
Don't ask for directly, I'm not good under pressure.
It tries to grab hold, Lost it again.
Wish you could see beyond my eyes.
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
Light my candle
Melt my wax
Tear the seams
Plant the seed
Activate the design
See the real me
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
Wretched child,
Why thou takest...
Between mine and me
Shrew'd and tasteless art thee
Accident some might say
Made in the dark of night
Forced out by evil ways.
Selfish you were.
Love, did he leave?
Because of thee.
Be gone, I send you
I've hence after mine
Do not show thee's face
Kill thee, I shall.
Fairest he.
More beautiful than you
He, that turned away from me.
There he comes at night,
Foreboding the loss
He sobs a tear.
I did leave thee
I turned my face to shame
I have wronged thine heart."
Child in it's grave
Our love strong
Forever and a day.
F rustrated am I
I hide my feelings inside
Wanting to shed my tears
I sulk my head ashamed to cry
I take my usual path in the pooring rain.
Kick here, fist there
Darkness closed on the light that tried to shine in.
I scream torture as I only see black and white.
Can't you see me?
I'm standing right here hurt.
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
Loss of tongue
Shaking bit
Frozen still
Alarmed sight
Taken away
Misplaced dream
Nimble silhouette
No More
E-mail me if you have any Questions
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
To Which Do I Seek
Go Back To Top
Go Back To Top
Just when everything felt right
They can call out to me, as much as they desire,
Just when everything felt right
Go Back To Top
Go Back To Top
Okay, this was just a humourous mix up of words that don't mean anything
Go Back To Top
Cheated the moment,
Shredded into pieces,
Clothe the humanity
Pull out the weeds
See the imposter
Discover the truth
You were bewitched
Thou takest my love,
Mine become again,
I give a doubtful look...
"Selfish in my ways
Fleeing away
Fight, fight, fright, lest we forget
Slamming the door.
No, no, it will not happen
When will the peace begin.
Get over it!
Lock the door,
Shut the blinds.
Leave the past behind.
He lies in my bed,
He touches my face.
He's no longer here,
But he still keeps me awake.
His embrace is warm,
My thoughts still he owns.
His strength no longer,
But his voice still I hear.
Walking into a new lust,
The competition he still wins.
He's left my heart,
Yet still holds the entire ache within.
Tomorrow is a new day,
Yesterday is still over.
He's no longer at my door,
But he's glancing over my shoulder.
Every time I'm alone,
The great memories rush through.
I've had all the closure I could imagine,
But my heart still waits for him.
I know I have to get over it,
I know I have to move on.
I know even if I saw him again,
I'd still see hate in his heart.
My house is my heart,
With 4 walls and a couch.
The walls are empty,
They've been repainted time and time again.
The welcome mat been replaced so many times,
I'm thinking of throwing it away.
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
Lights out
Copyright © 2001 Alicia Johnston
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