#fieldpoems
Never bein who I wanna.
See thru.
neck kiss.
car hood.
lost a thing.
Don't belong.
don't believe.
all wrong.
have to leave.
don't.
.
Stay.
Garrett Johnson.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
I’m gone.
Cured in an alley.
Forgotten by the walls.
Greeted by neon hands.
Seared into the corners.
The ash dances like whirlwinds.
Meeting every beat to an azure strum.
And a calm kiss under the clear night.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
Rotten Gold.
Maybe.
A new.
Maybe.
An old.
Maybe.
The mystic.
Maybe.
The twisted of scene.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC