KiNiJohnson

Sometimes, the people we fall in love with end up being our friends but a different type of friend altogether. A friend who knows you inside out. A friend who can hug you, kiss you, and hold you and there was nothing else to feel but a general love and acceptance. That’s what it felt to be held by him. I’d fallen in love with him, and he’d fallen in love with me. Then, at some point, we stopped loving each other. There was no feeling of loss. There wasn’t any feeling at all. But then at some point, we started to care for each other again. I think we both realized that, in the end, that’s all we ever real

How long has it been since I started running? I think I’m out of breath, out of my mind, tired, aching, and starving. I look down and realize my feet are bloodied and bruised. When will I realize the end isn’t an answer but just another life to live confused. Can’t I stop now, and go back the way I came? Maybe hitch a ride with someone, or take a break and find the name of this street that I’m on, could I take out my phone and call someone to come pick me up, or if they’re busy, it’s fine, I’ll walk alone. Maybe this road is one way, no stops, no turns, maybe I’m meant to keep going, or am I

You can survive, even without speaking. You can survive, but at what cost? Here are the broken, the frightened, the distrustful, the lonely. They say it builds character, that it makes you strong, makes you stand on your own. But what they don't understand - what you know by heart - is that loneliness kills a lot faster than weakness of character.

Nowadays, adults greet me with a warm smile and a firm handshake. They greet me like an old friend, as if being an adult meant I was one of them. I watch them with children. Sometimes, I feel left out. They greet children with a casual wave of the hand, which if they angled a little more could have been a slap to the face. They hug them and kiss them and play with them without sincerity. In reality, they just want to get rid of them and get back to adult things. It’s their world but not mine. I wish  that children would wave at me too and hug me and kiss me and love me. But I’m not them anymore. I’m an outsider, an a

I’d like to think that things have changed but things have a way of disappointing me again and again. The older I’ve gotten, the wiser I’ve become. That phrase is overrated. If wisdom is pain, then how much older do I need to be to prove I know what I’m saying? The weight of my problems hold me down. The weight of other people’s problems slow me down. Life’s problems beat me and leave me for dead but the pain has numb me over the years. Indifference is a second skin. They tell me, “You have so much to live for” but it’s all just lies. They live for the next paycheck, the next game,

We’re fighting again. Does it have to be this way? We nag, we yell, we hurt, we cuss. Is that the only way we can heal? I remember loving you when I was younger. I remember idolizing you when I was younger. Your laugh was all that I needed to get through the day. Now, I get through the day hearing your insults and dissatisfactions. Where has all that love gone? It’s here. Inside. Hiding from your rage, like a scared child. It wants to please you, tease you, abuse you, and love you, all at the same time. We’re starved for love but we’re more afraid of being left behind, so we push each other away even if each oth

Protect me from what I want or bring me out and boast. I’ll live by any genre and become what you hate the most. Protect me from what I want regardless of the price. The ghosts of my past will haunt me, will lure me back to vice. Protect me from what I want but what I’ve wanted has always been you. I’ll blind myself with beauty, if it means not seeing you.

Intimacy on display! Whatever price, I know you’ll pay. Pass me the bill, drop the coin, come in, you’re welcome, come and join! Watch the lovers tenderly dance open your eyes, now’s the chance! Watch what love is at its best Ah, you’re jealous! Come out and confess! But don’t worry, don’t fidget, don’t stress, don’t fret! Because like any other couple, they fight and they threat. But stop! Ignore that. Think no more! just watch the show then clear the floor!

Near to cascading and yet my tears stop before they spill. Under pain and suffering, I am ever brilliant. Crumbling and then reforming, I shape myself to the stars. Imponderable, I am.

“I was five years old when I first saw fire. It was in the early hours of the morning. I had been sleeping soundly the night before. Barely a startle, a snore. There was no dream in my sleeping. Everything was quiet. Then, all of a sudden, while afloat in the no man’s land between wake and sleep, I heard a sound calling me from the desert. It beckoned me. I got up from bed in a trance, and walked into the desert. The farther I walked the weaker the sound became until all I heard was a whisper carried by the wind. The sound of crackling fire. In which direction did I go? East. East…towards the sun. I stopped when I reac