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    Napkin Poetry
    Napkin Poetry
    Napkin Poetry
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    Napkin Poetry

    By Broken Publications

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    "My hands are loosely resting
    On a large brown steering wheel.
    There is loud,
    Sensually rhythmic music
    Pounding from my speakers.
    I am alone." - [A Drive In The Dark]
    ...
    "Picking
    Shards of glass
    From a
    Broken picture frame
    I am reminded
    Of myself" - [Nervous Laughter]
    ...
    "He said,
    She said,
    The wall said nothing
    In reply to all their
    Nothing."
    [In Reply To Nothing]

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBroken Publications
    Release dateJun 9, 2010
    ISBN9781452499529
    Napkin Poetry
    Author

    Broken Publications

    Jennifer-Crystal Johnson is originally from Germany, but was raised in numerous places. She is currently focusing on teaching online self-publishing courses and working on the sequel to her first full-length novel, Fibers. She also writes blog posts and records podcasts for clients, still plays the roles of editor and publisher for a select few clients, and dabbles in recording and composing music. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her three kids, three cats (Chill Pill, Diamond, and Spaz, who was a guest star on an episode of Treetop Cat Rescue on Animal Planet), and their silly puppy, Thor.

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      Napkin Poetry - Broken Publications

      Napkin Poetry

      A Collection of Poetry by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson

      Broken Publications

      Napkin Poetry

      Jennifer-Crystal Johnson

      Published by Broken Publications at Smashwords

      Copyright 2010 Jennifer-Crystal Johnson

      Will You Be

      Eating at my flesh

      Dissolving all I am

      Infecting every gash

      Blood flowing from my hands

      I’ve tried to break free

      From this prison I call me

      I’ve tried breaking down the door

      But I just hurt myself more

      Gnawing at my brain

      I cannot heal the pain

      I cannot dull the hurt

      I can’t ignore your words

      The more I try to fight it

      The stronger it becomes

      But if I just ignore it

      I hate the feeling numb

      So what can I do

      To kill the pain inside

      I want to hear the truth

      Find purity past lies

      Will you be pure and true for me?

      Will you be my honesty?

      Will you be

      The innocence I need?

      Make Me

      Make me your purity

      Make me your meaning

      Make me your everything

      Make me your life

      You’ll be my somebody

      You’ll be my sanity

      You’ll be my craziness

      You’ll be my love

      Make me your royalty

      Make me your normalcy

      Make me your lover

      And I’ll make you mine

      You’ll be my everything

      I’ll be your all

      A Drive In The Dark

      My hands are loosely resting

      On a large brown steering wheel.

      There is loud,

      Sensually rhythmic music

      Pounding from my speakers.

      I am alone.

      It is dark, the only light

      Shining onto the road

      From my headlights.

      The narrow back road

      Stretches out in front of me,

      No signs of life to be seen.

      The trees look like they have silver tips,

      Illuminated edges,

      And in the mirror

      It is black.

      An erotically smooth male voice

      Makes my ears overflow with pleasure.

      The rhythmic pounding

      Of a deep bass drum

      Becomes more and more

      Insistent,

      More and more

      Intense,

      Until, finally,

      With one last effort to be overpowering,

      The song’s climax is reached

      With a deafening orgasm of sound,

      And all goes dark and silent.

      I awoke in a ditch.

      Innocently Watching

      I have now become lost

      In the floor,

      The walls,

      The ceiling,

      And the artwork therein….

      I’m drifting along in this dream,

      When suddenly

      The appearance of too many

      Strangers with familiar faces

      Wakes me up from my trance….

      Within a few seconds,

      The strangers, the blemishes on my art,

      Have left again,

      And I re-enter

      The floor, the ceiling, the walls….

      Until all I do is watch,

      Listen, and observe,

      Trying to blend into everyone

      While still keeping my own identity….

      It’s no use. I am lost again.

      I go unnoticed,

      And, therefore,

      I escape from real life unharmed,

      Complete, and unscathed….

      I am still

      Innocently watching.

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