#withlove
I learned to walk with weight on my chest,
Dreams folded small so duty could fit.
I smiled when needed, stayed quiet when loud,
And carried a storm that I wouldn’t admit.
I loved without counting the cost at first,
Gave warmth even when the time was thin.
Some hands stayed close, others slipped away,
But love still left its mark within.
I don’t regret the feelings I felt,
They taught my heart how deep it could go.
Not every love is meant to stay—
Some just remind you you’re alive, you know.
I loved where there was no empty space,
Not because my heart was unsure.
But wanting alone couldn’t build a future,
Or a promise that would endure.
Time kept moving, it never asked
If my heart was ready or my hands were free.
So I chose the work, the skill, the grind,
The slow becoming of who I must be.
I don’t hate love, I don’t fear it now,
I just know seasons don’t align.
Some love waits, some love passes through,
None of it wasted, none of it mine.
I’ve fallen before, I’ve risen again,
Burned down to focus, rebuilt with will.
Maybe joy comes quiet, maybe love returns,
But my purpose never stood still.
So let this end without bitterness,
No closed fists, no borrowed pain.
I walk forward with an open heart,
Through the sun and the driving rain.
If love finds me, I’ll meet it whole.
If not, I’ll still arrive complete.
Because I didn’t lose myself loving or trying—
I’m still standing, steady on my feet.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
Only will I ever be longing.
Watching you from afar.
Instead of being honest.
It's taking me apart.
Only will I ever be longing.
For something that isn't here.
My imagination sometimes brings me to tears.
A child in my hands.
A girl or a boy.
Streaming down my face.
Rivers of joy.
Out of breath I realize; screaming at the wall.
Only will I ever be longing.
For I cannot see past my flaws.
And therefore I will never reach the stars.
In turn I'll never escape the dark.
And I will never hold your heart in the palm of my hand.
Time is running out.
Like quicksand.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
Planning a ****** Starting a religion.
Slip into the pulp.
Blue denim shirt.
Never bothered me.
Charcoal insecurities.
She was cold.
Deep purple to ease into.
Or dancing to a Smiths record.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
De-evolution to a primitive, animal-like state
While the sheep that they eat call it winning and great.
O, onward you go, sleepy sheep, with pride, to the slaughter
Pulling along with you your sons and your daughters.
Will you cry out, on that day, as loud as the Dominion will roar?
Will your weak voice be heard, or will it reach a closed door?
Cast off those shackles that tackle your mind and your heart,
But hurry, beloved readers, before they tear you apart.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Tell me how long it's been?
Tell me how many times you've spent staying up late nights
Just trying to get right, and get your mind off of him?
Can you tell me if it's bringing you peace to hold onto nothing like you do?
There's so much you've been blessed with but you can't see it cuz you're confused.
You need to wake up and make up your mind because it's always been up to you.
See that even when others win, you don't necessarily lose, so go ahead...you choose-
to be happy or continue to remain in your gloom.
You choose...
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Head of a bold pen
writing on a whim
with no deadline
Paper and lines
in front of your eyes
all of the time
Creating this life
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC