Tag Archives: freeform
929 just one more thing [09 October 2017]
Across the cracked diner booth our eyes hold on to each other, desperate to keep the moment alive, to speak for the voices silent in grief. It was just one more thing we lost, one more mere second that would … Continue reading
928 [04 October 2017]
The sunburst in my chest warms and tingles all the way to my toes, flowing golden through to my fingertips. It feels like all the possibilities, probabilities are all falling in line, that something bright and beautiful awaits me over … Continue reading
927 [03 October 2017]
whether you and I remain just as friends or pass into something more perhaps something less I wake each day now and life no longer seems the insurmountable mountain it can be © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
926 Ocean [03 October 2017]
Billowing sails rumble inside me, filling with the winds of hope I thought long lost to changing tide of despair. Creation laps at my bow as my vessel moves across the vastness of my mind. The darkness begins to flow … Continue reading
919 [09 September 2017]
His voice whispers to me of the things he wants and my body rises to meet his demand. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
917 Secret [06 September 2017]
Late nights and interesting conversations are what you bring to me. Quiet, in my heart, does the secret hide hoping to not be found out. That it has already considered that home might be sought in you. © Johanna Kaye … Continue reading
916 [06 September 2017]
What is love? A fallow, fleeting thing that never settles in the heart of those who might wish for it most. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
915 Not as Described [06 September 2017]
Love was not what it was once promised. When I came of age, love was the end all, be all, the goal, the dream, the wish. When I matured, it was a benefit or even a side effect triggered by … Continue reading
914 [06 September 2017]
I gave up on love long ago. When the idea was fresh, innocent sweet and sugary pop, I wallowed in its promise of clear skies and sunshiny days. As time passed and it mellowed in to a sweet honey savored … Continue reading
912 [05 September 2017]
He is like a secret treat, savored in quiet, his words uplift and enrich a day that sometimes seem too long. If only at the end, it was he who I returned home to. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017