Monthly Archives: September 2017
795 [01 February 2007]
I have refused the words that wish to speak, if simply because they seem so futile. In this world where what I want most of all shall never ever be mine. My emotions do not seem so tied up anymore, … Continue reading
922 [09 September 2017]
If there ever would be, could be a you, would you ever possibly, maybe see me? © Johanna Fugitt 2017
921 [09 September 2017]
The Muse is awake again. Here, have another. Desperate and hiding, heartache bleeding out every pore, I survive here. The loneliness, the hunger, the desire, all stagnant at the bottom of the pool of my heart, craving a comforting touch. … Continue reading
920 The Rules Have Changed [09 September 2017]
The rules have changed. You were not what I was expecting, no, not at all. A suggestion, a flirt, an off-hand comment and my body responds, Pavlovian in nature, ready for your entrance that may never come. The rules may … Continue reading
794 [05 December 2006]
I wish that life was simple, in that i would have been that girl in high school who met the one and although he really wasn’t the one, was married and was busy raising a family. Then, at least, I … Continue reading
793 [04 December 2006]
I am who I am, and always will be. When promise turns to doing, escaping is all I think of. When friendship requires closeness, I move further away. Fear is all that reigns, deep inside my heart, scared that those … Continue reading
918 That Heart to Call Home [07 September 2017]
The Muse is apparently awake tonight. This, plus 3-4 others written. Okay, then. Can I ask you to go back to sleep? lol Here’s one more. Off the cuff. Destined for heartbreak, I dive back in, Hope, stuck in its … Continue reading
913 [06 September 2017]
Author’s note: Hi folks, a new poem! It’s been a while since I posted a new piece. This one is fresh from tonight. As always, critique is welcome. Just the sound of his voice and my body responds, a wave … Continue reading
792 [11 November 2006]
It’s unforgiving, this life terrible in its retribution, terrifying in its ability to encompass you whole. All try to rise above the basic drive of our humanity, but still we are driven hard. © Johanna Fugitt 2017
Summer 2017
Hello! Thank you all for still following my little poetry blog. This summer has been a busy one for me as the drum group I perform with had a ton of gigs this July and August. It’s nice to finally … Continue reading