Remember when I said I'd see you one day?
Remember what I said to make me feel okay
About myself and now you're gone

I know you don't know me but I shoulda said goodbye
So many beautiful people I've lost in my life
And I know you didn't deserve to go

It's no myth though I try
To get you out of my eyes
Tear it out but there goes a piece of my life

And ever since you died
I've been trying so hard not to cry
And I keep thinking that I didn't say goodbye

And I remember that I loved you so much
Even though we never were close enough
So many memories I never got to write

I remember how I said I would meet all five
But in the end I suppose only four would survive
But I still know that you didn’t deserve to go

But you were too young, too needed to fade away
On such a beautiful day
Leaving our sorrow and pain
Nothing can bring you back this way

I prayed that one day
I'd get to meet you this way
So now I think God's fake

And I'm just praying, hoping, thinking, I shoulda said goodbye

Ode to her flannel shirt.

The dark horse screams.
The water mimics me.
The sunlight keeps us clean.
The night time keeps us lean
For what.
Inside of me?



Garrett Johnson.

i stand with arms wide open, ready to welcome you home.

and there you are
running, running, running,

to the one that has no arms for you.

Another happy
helpful joy
she left this place without a word
I wanted to tell her everything
a friend a light

and now she's gone without a trace

with you,
i was constantly looking over my shoulder,
waiting for you
to catch up on our love.

Something.

The qualling moldwarp seeps.
Crude and distinguished.
Outcasted.
For and lived full.
Of rot in the crimson wave.
Veined
And insecure.
No high or lowering end.
No result in castled eyes.
Or mothered neutrons of the sick.
Sick.
So.
So.
Sick.
Too sick to rest.
Been gone and too many killed by thought.
By the drowning of the subliminal courage.
By the spinal departure in the sands.
And without welcoming of the azure.
Footprinted only to be pulled into red.
And entombed into onyx.
Never to receive the final wail of grief.


Garrett Johnson.

Watch this, a wish
I wished that barking squirrel would shush,

not cease to exist,
but
it did, so far as you may be concerned.
The silence is seeping into all
around me,
far away, I hear machines, mechanisms,

witty inventions formed from fine points
once made,
proven,

for the edge to be honed its honest best
sharpest test is
splitting hairs,
as seen on Mighty Mouse, done by Snidely Whiplash,

who lives on in in spirit in Uni-Kitty's Nemesis, to this very day.

My voice doesn’t reach you there
But I know you hear it
My screams get numbed
But I hope my silences scrape you

a forlorn attempt to hold you
a whimsical endeavor to outgrow you
my memory poisoning my dreams
your absence obscuring my senses

when sunlight enters, I see
the bright light mocking me.
A voice always calling out to you
doesn’t matter it’s day or at night

Morning is meant to illuminate
not to succumb to dark.
Collecting souvenirs of wretched soul  
my voice eventually chokes to death.