This blog was started as a single place to put all of my poetry, and even prose, that I have written. From my very first poem when I was 13 years old to the slower paced, and more rare, poems written in my mid-30s.
Constructive criticism is always welcome. You can find a mirror of this blog on http://song-in-the-silence.tumblr.com/.
Thank you for the visit and hope you enjoy.
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Love is a home I have never been in,
I have peeked through the windows, sure,
Stared wistfully through the open door
But I have never crossed its threshold.
Love is a home I have never been in,
I have never lounged in the living room,
never cooked meals in its kitchen,
and never slept in its bed.
Love is a home I have never been in,
I have stood outside at night
warm lights inside inviting
but missing a soul to welcome me.
Love is a home I have never been in,
and likely never will.
© J. K. Fugitt 2021
Mine is just a little voice,
yearning to be heard
in a world full of clamoring noise
as others do the same.
At times I forget that small detail,
my mind is lightly delusional, believing
that the words I write and
the sounds from my throat and mouth
will be recognized.
Nothing quite so grand as fame
but the sort of recognition that
songs, and poems, and other works of art
seem to hold high as the ideal
that to truly have existed in this world
means that you were loved
that you had been found or had found
that one great love story
everyone seems to seek.
But when a voice like mine
whispers in the gale of others
and my form that I exist in is
undesirable,
no one will hear me, nor want to.
Thus I have learned that perhaps
it is best not to speak at all.
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2018
today another record broken
another milestone passed
seventeen new innocent bodies
tossed in to the mass grave of common sense
our children betrayed by a government filled with traitors
beating their chests and waiving their arms
invoking the memory of a country years ago
determined and singularly decimating multiple generations of human beings
ended by world war
while fixing their faces into masks of compassion and sadness
hiding a core of malevolence and greed
simultaneously offering a hand of solace
while hiding their payoff behind their backs
not unlike that of a cartoon villain
Seventeen new deaths
when will it end?
seventeen to join the thirteen
seventeen to accompany the twenty
when is it enough?
hearts and minds, thoughts and prayers will not a solution become
this, by definition, has become insanity
the same words, the same thoughts
all repeated over and over again
the promise of new hope massacred
on a day reserved for a love of capitalism
a country, a subset of humanity
willfully blind and deliberately ignorant
terrorizing the future of our nation
with complete disregard for the sanctity
of human life and of social progress
when will we learn?
seventeen woke up today never knowing
that they too would become a statistic
ignored by the very people elected to serve their interests
to do what they can to ensure
that they would grow up to a prosperous future
filled with equal opportunity
seventeen
who join the thirteen, the twenty
the many others that have come before them
and the many that will likely follow
because our country is run now
by brigands, by thieves who worship the god of wealth
instead of humbly serving their sovereign country
and holding precious the lives of its youth
outside the wombs of their mothers
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2018
This day is filled with promise
I can feel it in my bones.
The next year will wield
anything of possibility
and I can only hope that
I will find all that I dream.
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2018
So it’s over now.
Fading away from me
like impending twilight
carrying the colorful skies
into full dark.
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
I am the wild
encapsulated in human flesh
torn by human worries, human anxiety
set me free to be the wild thing
I wish I could emulate
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
So, it’s over
I’ve taken the red string that tied us together
and cut it
slicing the delicate thickness with the knife of my resolve
fearful that this emotion would turn 180
and the fond memories, feelings, experiences
of you and all that you surprised me with
would become dead weights drowning me
in the river of my regret
so this is pre-emptive
because you knew not the appearance of the body
this soul houses in
and I knew without a doubt
that your regard for me would turn 180
and I would be let with the shattered pieces
of my heart glittering ruby red and crimson
as it lay upon the killing floor of
the relationships I’ve tried to have
and so, I told you
bared the fragile soul and cracked heart to you
safe on the other side of the online interface
grateful for the buffer that cushioned
the delicate frame that I hold within me
the one that pings with each pick axe male ego
that chooses to destroy my hopes
with their poison promises and walkaway lies
so you haven’t answered
I’m sure dwelling upon the one you have chosen
hoping that she will answer your loneliness
with the key to unlock your satisfaction
stopping the urges within that I became privy to
and truthfully I hope that is the case for you
I hope that her words bring you solace
and her touch brings you happiness
in a way that I never possibly could have
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
Once again must I start over
filling the void with a new voice
mourning the still speaking sound of yours
I must build an enticement
hoping that the words intrigue
another such as you
you were an anomaly, an unknown factor
unexpected and surprising
I’d begun to attach emotion
to the thought of you
knowing it was folly but feeling them anyway
and yet again, my suspicion proved true
that while it felt possible,
it was another not meant to be
once more must I cast my lure
hoping this time that the catch will remain mine
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
It’s like you’re a breath away
so close that my skin feels electric,
heart running fast
desperate for your touch
while fear shivers its way across my skin
I’m sure that if I breathe in deep
my chest will graze some part of you
uncertainty at how this could be
races across my mind
thundering into the spaces
filling them with your presence
lips just a minute distance apart
the warmth of your body close
as the anticipation fills me from head to toe
yet you are not here
some sort of metaphysical bond has begun
who started it
why and how
escape my understanding
all I know is I feel you
so close that I can taste you
in the back of my throat
shuddering as a phantom orgasm
trembles through my core
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
it starts to trickle in,
first one, then another
until the deluge pours down
all these doubts, these thoughts
rushing against me
against the dam built to forestall
such a flood as this
pushing heavier against the walls
made of thick muddy memories
and stone folly
it crushes with the weight
and the first crumble begins
giving way slowly
glacially losing solidity
as the flow washes away the foundation
and I
holding on
grip embattled by pressure
hands tired, weak
become lost
in the thrashing self-torment
thrown downstream
desperately grasping at everything
hoping, wishing,
for a rescue
to anchor me
until the overflow subsides
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
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