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611 · Feb 2011
[The night is quiet]
The night is quiet.
A silent breeze brushes past;
it whispers your name.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2011.
602 · Feb 2011
[Laughing and smiling]
Laughing and smiling
with the whole world to conquer
and your hand to hold.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2011.
594 · Feb 2011
[Thinking about life]
Thinking about life;
without love, it is nothing
but a plotless tale.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2011.
591 · Apr 2014
Αδελφοίς Μου
To life and love
To heart at stake
To any who will patterns break
     My heart is open

To grief and joy
To sun and rain
To all who trudge through earthen pain
     My heart is open

To ash and flame
To bruise and burn
To those whose hearts refuse to turn
     My heart is open

Through all triumph
Through all regret
αδελφοίς μου, I'm with you yet
     My heart is open
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2014.
αδελφοίς μου : adelphois mou : my brothers and sisters
588 · Feb 2011
[Young children dancing]
Young children dancing-
Someday they will disagree,
but no, not today.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2011.
510 · Jan 2016
i was a poet
once upon a time
i was a poet

i formed words into phrases;
formed phrases to the beat

of the heart that pulsed so eagerly within me

when i was a poet
once upon a time

once upon a time
i met a stranger

he brought life to my soul;
brought my soul to a flame

that burned brightly like the sunshine on my shoulder

when i met that stranger
once upon a time

but once upon a time
i became afraid

i could no longer pattern words;
there was nothing there to write

in the journals gath’ring dust upon my bookshelf

when i became afraid
once upon a time

once upon a time
i lost my dreams

i fell victim to the darkness
i darkened my own reflection

in the mirror which once knew my brightest passions

when i lost my dreams
once upon a time
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2016.
485 · Apr 2016
synesthete
red and green: the color of my nightmares
though red and green are seldom in the picture
instead most nightmares lack a trace of color
but anxiety is spelled in red and green
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2016.

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