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by Matt Johnson

What if you woke up underwater?
Imagine the feeling.
You are surprised; in shock.
The lungs open to breathe,
But icy water is your new air.

Can you feel the panic setting in?
The water presses against your body.
As inescapable as air.
You fight for your life, but it holds you down
As inevitable Death finally comes for you.

Do you see your life flashing before your eyes?
Your 4th birthday party, shared with friends who became strangers.
The sensation of your first kiss re-lived.
Your family, the one that started it all and the one you started.
Year’s worth of memories lived in seconds.

How much time do you have left?
Think of all the time you’ve wasted.
Would you have used it the same way now?
Or would you have made every moment count?
It is too late now; time has escaped your grasp.

What happens next?
The last thought you will ever think.
Lungs slowly becoming gentle pools within.
The sensation of life leaving your body.
Death has finally arrived.


May 6, 2010 Posted by | Poem | , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

Mother’s Day

A very special day is coming up soon. That day is Mother’s Day. I love my mom and in honor of her and all of the other mothers, I put together a little poem. Also, Happy Mother’s Day from me to all of you!

Mother’s Day
by Matt Johnson

I look at all our pictures, wow it’s been awhile.
I may not remember the days, but I’ll always remember your smile.
You’d watch me while I played with my toys.
Treat my bumps and bruises, saying “boys will be boys”.

You took me to all my favorite places.
Came to my baseball games to watch me run the bases.
All our long conversations and staying up late,
Cause I wanted you to know all about my first date.

You were the one who started it all.
You were there for me before I could crawl.
I could tell you loved me, you didn’t have to speak.
Always by my side, through the bright and the bleak.

Now I look back on everything you’ve done.
Nobody compares to you, not even one.
And now there’s just one thing left for me to do.
And that’s to tell you mom, “I love you”.

April 29, 2010 Posted by | Poem | , , , , , | 8 Comments

Tears On My Pillow

Tears On My Pillow
by Matt Johnson

Late at night, I am all alone.
My pillow stained with tears.
Tears from nights past,
Tears from night present.

I feel the aches of the body.
I feel the aches of the mind.
Yet I am numb.
The day’s events have dulled my senses.

Abuse has become my interaction.
There is no more “hello”.
Only strong hands against me.
Only “worthless”, “piece of shit”, “no good”, “pathetic”.

I hear what you say about me.
I see the way you look at me.
You do not know me.
You do not want to know me.

Dreams of spaceships and cowboys
Replaced by the nightmares of life.
Robbed of a childhood.
Given an understanding of life.

A single tear glides across my cheek.
A new nightly ritual before my sleep.
A tear for nights past,
A tear for night present.

April 25, 2010 Posted by | Poem | , , , , , , , | 1 Comment