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  • Kelly Johnson

Poems

Night Sky


My eyes wander into the night sky, hoping I'll be one to pass by.


When the intention of life's dies, and your dreams move on, the version that was once you is now gone.


So here comes another airplane that passed by. Well, I sit and wish to die, looking in what's called a lonely night sky.




Flowers 



When the time comes, the flower will blow into the dark, somewhere cold.


And when life gets tough, I'll always hold onto the hope that never goes.


For when I get a hold of life, well, the cats wander into the night, something tells me it will be alright.


If I ever start to cry, I'll think of flowers that once passed by.


True Love



In the silence, I wish that love never brings us pain.


Not like movies, not as romantic as it seems.


But the feeling in my veins sends a message, a message to my brain,


Telling me true love is something that will stay. But if it doesn't, that's okay.




Normal 



If I was normal, would they like me?


If I was the girl on TV, or the spotlight in movies,

Would I be normal as I always wanted to be?


If only they could see the talent that I have, or joke the jokes that I crack,

Then would I be normal just like that?



Ugly


Beneath the stars, I dream.

Very unattractive or unpleasant.

Gross.

Hideous.

Awful.

In the quiet of the night, I ponder.

Amidst the chaos, I find.

Like a gentle breeze, her laughter.

In the depths of my soul, I feel.

As the sun sets, I remember.

With each step, I embrace.

Through the mist, I see.

Beneath the stars, I dream.

Like a melody, his words.

In the silence, I hear the girl that disappeared.



Spark



In the silence, I hear the girl that disappeared.


Even though she lost her spark, there is this hope that remains.


A glimmer, even a light that left behind.


Beneath the weight of lies, there is a girl that's willing to try.


Beneath the stars, I dream that one day the girl will find her spark.


And maybe the right person will guide her away from the dark, back into the light where she no longer will be lost.



Love


In all fours, They say love is worth fighting for, but what do I do when I'm all broken in fours?


What do I do when my legs can't go, when my heart can't cope? When I feel cold, but nobody knows.


Will this love change when I'm old? Will it feel different? 


I'm yet to know.



Love


In all fours, They say love is worth fighting for, but what do I do when I'm all broken in fours?


What do I do when my legs can't go, when my heart can't cope? When I feel cold, but nobody knows.


Will this love change when I'm old? Will it feel different? 


I'm yet to know.



Happy Teacher Week


A week when we celebrate our teacher.


They are the reason for our future.


From poems, sharing this one I'm writing.


We appreciate all that you do.


You're important to us, I know you know!



Sunrise


Sunrise before my eyes,

Bright like light, a feeling that can't be fought.

When I see the sky, I see life.

So here I open the curtains with the intention as a new day rises.



Sunset 


The sunsets,

And the feeling that can't be beat.

When you're tired and things don't go your way,

Just know it's the end of the day.





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