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The Feel

by

Timothy Johnson

The Feel.
The feel of the lights burning on your face.
The feel of the mic as it touches your lips.
The feel of the guitar strings vibrating underneath your fingers.
The feel of hundreds of people screaming your name.
Tonight, I am the star.


I hate you

by

Timothy Johnson

I hate you.
I hate the clothes you wear,
I hate the way you part your hair.
If I had it my way,
you'd never have been born.
Since you've destroyed my life,
I've become torn.
But still,
I have to live with you.
Share a room,
snd share sarcasism.
You may be older,
stronger,
better at hunting and fishing,
daddy's little angle.
Everything that I'm not.
But I have something that you don't.
Freedom.
Freedom to make up my own mind,
to do what I want to do.
To go anywhere,
to do anything.
Unlike you, my brother,
I have my own freedom.


She's Beautiful

by

Timothy Johnson

The first look.
The shine in her eyes.
She wears no disguise.
There's not that much to look at
but the inner beauty is wonderful.
The way she walks,
Talks,
hugs,
and the way she loves.


The First Time

by

Timothy Johnson

The first time I held you,
it never was the same.
You held me in return
in that certain way.
You held my hand,
played with my hair,
let me lay in your lap,
and all I could do was stare.
I love you with all my heart
and you're very near to me.
You make me smile,
make me laugh,
you make all my life worth while.

Life

by

Timothy Johnson

Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails

that's what boys are made of.

Sugar and spice and everything nice

that's what girls are made of.

Black and white and shades of gray

that's what life is made of.