Ann M Johnson
Ann M Johnson
1 day ago      8 seconds ago

The toughest scars to heal are concealed on the inside

#sad   #depression   #life   #abuse   #emotion   #scars  
1 day ago      4 minutes ago

She drinks when she feels the tears coming in
Drowning away from all her sin

Feeling unloved & unwanted
Everything from her past haunted
She thinks, ‘how could this be my life
What have I not done right ?’

With all her demons she had to conquer
She tried her hardest to prosper

Fakes her smiles & you can't even tell
She's been through everything, even to Hell  

But what happens when you don't like what's looking you in the mirror ?
She screams so loud but no one can hear her

A close family memeber unknowingly inspired me to write this about them...
#depression   #life   #pain   #depressed   #rejection   #careless   #her   #she   #unwanted   #unloved  
2 hours ago      8 minutes ago

I am the king of this dusty road.
And no matter which way I go
I always end up back in this place
That they all call home
For me this place has never been a home
How does one even find a home?
Every place I stay
I find more reasons to walk away
My feet have grown tired from this endeavor
And I have nothing left to do
But rest on this dusty road
Where I know I am King

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wonder may betide,
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna's children died.

We and the labouring world are passing by:
Amid men's souls, that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in their wintry race,
Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,
Lives on this lonely face.

Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:
Before you were, or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.

6 hours ago      18 minutes ago

Sometimes it hurts
Being in love with someone
Not because they hurt you but
Because you want them to be happy
And in order for that to happen
You have to let go
I realized I am the anchor
Keeping you to shore
But there's a whole ocean out there
You need to open your sails
Set yourself free
And explore
I can no longer keep you here
You're much happier set free

#love   #poem  
3 hours ago      20 minutes ago

It’s the feeling you get
right after
you awake.
When you realize
you were dreaming
and it’s already too late

Struggling with whether I'm making the right decisions lately.
Bruised Orange
Bruised Orange
6 hours ago      23 minutes ago

I cast my words into the sea.

You drop anchor,
retrieve them with your net,
And whisper, "Rubbish,
You are not dead."

Your faith in me is a buoy
In the ocean of my disbelief.

Still, I flail against the waves
Of disconcerted effort.

"My talent has drowned," I cry.

Yet you pull it from the depths,
Pump your own warm current
Into these collapsed lungs.

I gasp, and spew salt water verses
From my sea foam mouth.

Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say, 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, baulked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until, at last, rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.

~ Emerson
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