Poems by Johnathon

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  • I try to picture the night you left home.
    Was the hall undisturbed as the door sat ajar...

  • The day that bird disappeared, it could not recall...
    It began in the coastal air as the sun coyly...

  • Little hands, I wish I could say
    That I knew what it meant to be loved...

  • Crisp was the quill that bled his likeness.
    Feeble was the hand by which his vignette was...

  • The Dream (2) 2

    Many sleepless nights ago
    I dreamt of a cabin covered in snow...

  • “Why does man abhor his truth?” asked the...
    Molded by the darkest obsidian through millennia...

  • Topsoil (2) 3

    Your eyes lit up like a bolero
    Upheld by the liveliest of castanets...