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Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
I flaunt my heart out on display,
Like a piece of fine jewelry,
Worn for all the world to see.

My heart is now worn on my sleeve,
No longer held close to my chest,
Kept far from the feelings I hold.

I now hold my heart at arm's length,
Seemingly held out for the taking,
But I just don't want it near me.

You take my cold heart from my hand,
And hold it gently in your hands,
Attempt to heal the past abuse to it.

My heart warms up so slowly to you,
Picking up speed as it's held close,
Till it's burning fire once again.

The heart begins to burn your hand,
And you won't stand the pain for me,
You let it go and run away from it.

I watch you run and watch my heart fall,
It hits the ground before you're gone,
It falters and stops, and yet you do not.

I bend down and pick up my heart,
Feeling it cool down in its death.
I replace it on my sleeve and forget.
A poem dedicated to the friend from stolen kisses.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
"Oh the humanity"
The words of tragedy,
Repeated throughout,
American history.

"Oh the humanity"
The terror among us,
The flames that rise,
A burning mess.

"Oh the humanity"
When humanity is,
The biggest problem,
and the deepest pain.

"Oh the humanity"
Don't you know,
That we the people,
Will rise again.
9-11 here already. 13 years. The children born in 2001 are teenagers, who may not even understand just how terrifying it was for families, and how devastating it was for the loved ones. I used the line "Oh the humanity" which was in a newscast when the Hindenburg exploded, because it seemed fitting. This is humanity, and I wish we could stop it.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
I struggle.
The battle within me rages,
Each side fighting for control,
The Darkness has temptations,
But the Light will make me whole.

I never know whom to trust,
Which side of me they'll see,
Oh the Darkness has temptations,
But it'll be the death of me.

I live my life as if for the Dark,
But try my best to cling to Light,
Oh the Darkness has temptations,
But I want to do what's right.

I have learned to follow Light,
And I'm smart enough to know,
Tho' Darkness has temptations,
The Light is what I shall sow.
There is a battle going on for me, and many teens nowadays' souls. I struggle to follow the Lord in what I do, but it is hard.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
My heart
Pounds faster and faster,
My mind is convinced,
That my body's disaster,
But you told me it's not,
That you think it is hot,
And you would love,
To have me in your bed.

My body
Shakes harder and harder,
Your hands they wander,
As they gently discover,
Every inch of the surface,
As if it has but one purpose,
And that is to be yours,
But only when wanted.

My gasps
Come quicker and quicker,
And your tongue is slick,
In its oh-so frenzied lick,
As if my body was sweet,
Sweet as the richest candy,
****** till sweet no more.
I saw him and somehow ended up in the back of his car.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
Please. You did it again,
The more you touch me,
The more you can see,
That She is all you desire.

Please. Don't do this again,
I don't mean to offend,
But the message you send,
It is messing with my head.

Please. Why kiss me again,
My head's full of you,
With no clue what to do,
My delirium is all yours.
The same guy from Homewrecker's Repent, Stolen Kisses, Among the Stacks, and the like. He visited me, and we ended up kissing.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
I touch your skin so innocently,
But innocence is not on my mind.
I whisper so quietly in your ear,
Under the guise that it is strategy.
You are on my team, as they know.
They do not suspect sweet nothings,
To flow so very freely from my lips.
They do not know how much I crave,
You, of all the off-limit people I see,
To show me how you feel about me,
To let your hand linger on my hand,
Just a moment longer than needed.
Just long enough to let me know,
That you care about me the way,
That I have to hide how much I care,
About you, dearest.
Written from one of my youth leader's perspectives, he's 23, and is constantly doing things like leaving his hand on mine for much too long, or whispering "game strategy" in my ear.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
How you crave love,
That you would do,
Or say, or give away,
Everything,
And anything.

How you crave beauty,
That you would cut,
Or slice, or carve away,
Everything,
And anything.

How you crave perfection,
That you would mold,
Or change, or melt away,
Everything,
And anything.

How you crave skin,
That you would strip,
Or lose, or trade away,
Everything,
And anything.
A poem about females, and more directly, me.
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