Kristin Johnson
Kristin Johnson archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.
"Considerable crises and momentary manias absorb the season's time as we further save the daylight. My skepticism is gracefully perpetual, so I invent, assent, secure intent. . . and pretend that ..."
"This is my field of vacancy. Ignoring angst and concern when I need to collapse, lose myself in a pattern. I experience elation-- dive in with naked feet and tangled tresses. In this realm of artistr..."
"i visit myself in the future, i visit myself in the past. when i visit myself in the present, i acknowledge a different forecast. i take from myself in the future, i take from myself in the past, when..."
"i hum and rustle in my brittle sheets while hallucinations fester i would love to shriek or rev my sensory engine as i stumble through monotony i heed the melodious sound of my insides growing accus..."
"You have a brilliance, it's dripping down on me. It rolls and slides and slips around and leaves a potent scent- the aroma of an influence. You have a fervor, it's seeping into me. It layers on and c..."
"On an intricate depiction of my love i could expand, though more easily delivered from my tongue than from my hand. In crafting such expressions of emotions that arise, I'm reminded of the light th..."
"Yesterday's significant complaints, today's meaningless joys. puzzle pieces that i force together mistakes that were beneficial in the long run words and phrases that only made sense when i wrote th..."
"my pillow is a porthole to another space, an arena that has no maximum capacity, no stubborn ceiling to determine me. awake, i adopt reserve. i follow circumstance and the various conditions that hold..."
"it's been a most unusual morning, i can't seem to find my place. most unusual morning, i can't seem to find a suitable face or a 'me' that i'd like to pursue. i peer into the mirror, i feel unsure, bu..."
"We will sail summer soon, Sing on stones with power potions until we fit here fit the hues here choose a hue here Bubble mumble crystal sea trigger gentle cedar tree ..."
"i recall the images sifting through my eyelashes and saturating my subconscious with climactic confusion Written September 1st, 2000 © on May 03 2001 11:27 AM PST 0 • 10"