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 Nov 2016 Neville Johnson
-df
In a room full of people
my eyes wander across
their faces in hopes
that I'll see you.

At night when I
crawl into bed
I'm hoping that my dreams will
lead me to you.

When I read my
favorite novels, their
lines remind me
of you.

And although I haven't
seen you in quite awhile,

And I'm sure you may not
remember me...

I still look for you.

(-DF-09/21/16-)
Just like the wind before it was named,
we were one.
Just like the skies--whether blue, black, or gray,
we were one.
Before time was night and day,
we were one.
And before water became seas, rivers, and lakes,
we were one.
But the colors became powers,
And these differences of ours,
Named the weak and the strong,
and the right and the wrong.
When freedom became property
And feelings became tragedy,
That's when love emerged a warrior,
And time a dictator.
Long were the days when life was like the wind
And the skies, and the day and the night.
And the seas and the rivers and lakes,
One before the reconstructions of time.
Long were the days of the free,
But those days were long gone.
And with every peek of the setting sun,
I remember the time,

When we were one.
#LoveTrumpsHate
Me
If you hate me
          Or
You like me
       Both are
In my favour
Because.
If you like me
I'm in your heart
If you hate me
I'm in your mind.
Hate , like,me,both,mind,you,favour
 Nov 2016 Neville Johnson
Leia R
you didn't just love my body
you fell in love with my mind
it's amazing how you saw my soul
and touched my body without your hands

l.r.
I can feel it in my knees
It knocks on my chest when I breath
Crawled to my head
Kicked back and relaxed on my brain
Hello migraine
Slumped on an old pink couch, television
test pattern flickering off their biscotti
painted walls,  Pall Mall smoldering
on the rug beneath Jack’s fingers,
Lorene mostly dead, Jack might
as well be;  early a.m., dark.
What is a woman
but the traits of her personality?

Would I be a better human
if I was not what I truly am
but rather something that I claim to be?

What if in the place of this sardonic,
sarcastic, snarky introvert
stood a sweet, social girl instead?

What if my *****,
vividly imaginative mind
was strictly bound to reality?

Would I be a better daughter
without all my quirks?

Could I be a better human
but the same person still?
2014
In January I felt so free
Wanting to explore vast infinity

In February I started school
Ditching classes like any fool

In March I was at work and met you
A man with brown eyes and a gaze so blue

In April my heart did sing
With all the love you did bring

In May I felt brand new
******* for the first time in front of you

In June I was so uneasy
Fearing that you'd up and leave me

In July you ended it all
Telling me you'd never call

In August I wept through the season
Feeling like my life had no reason

In September I regained my strength
Deciding to cut my depression's length

In October we met again
Darkness in your eyes did reign

In November you tried to play with me
But your false words didn't drown me in misery

In December you told me about your cheating
When you found your heart wounded and bleeding
Shared on Hello Poetry on July 25, 2016
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I hate when you leave the toilet seat up
Or how you spill toothpaste over the sink
I hate finding your clothes hung over furniture
And how you sleep pushed up against my back
Radiating your heat all through the night
I hate even more waking and realizing you're gone
I still can't bring myself to erase the signs of you
It's been a hundred and twenty days since you left
A hundred and twenty days since I last saw you
A hundred and twenty days since I touched you
I remember staying up late at night
You said you'd travel to the most distant places
With or without me
I never thought you'd actually do it
A hundred and twenty days since you left
I still feel you pushed up against me at night
And I wake to an empty spot on the bed
With a matching pain in my heart
While grief is the only one I wake up to
A hundred and twenty days since your death
Shared on Hello Poetry on October 7, 2017
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You were my perfect poem
Brief but of many lessons
Our life was the perfect paradox
For love I thought we could rhyme

You hated all I ever loved,I loved all you hated
You said dirt was clean and the sun was cold
You desired tears for years
And resisted all advances of happiness

All you hated I had to forsake
For our love was at stake
But like a toddler you had fun with my feelings
Leaving our blindest love in darkness reeling

Yet my greatest victory was losing you
My severest pain was my sweetest gain
You schooled me through experience
My all-time worst teacher

You were my perfect poem
Eternity would be short to describe the undescribable
For when my hand is strong to hold the pen
Then my heart is weak to pen the words
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